Halle Death Note の小説・ストーリー

“I should have killed him last night.” “You will have your chance,” Damien said steady. “But not yet. He is useful alive.” I hated that he was right. Before I could answer the door opened. A staff girl came in carrying a silver tray. On it lay a single black envelope. “Mr. Hale,” she said softly, “this was left at the gate. No return address.” My stomach dropped. I took the envelope. The paper felt thick in my hands. Damien watched as I tore it open. Inside was one photo.

The next thing she noticed was Hale. The note read : Evidence of your parents death, compiled and hidden, but I found a way to get ahold of them. Your parents are not who you are thinking them to bed. They are innocent. The Hale couples was just a tool, curated by someone even bigger in power to take the fall when everything fell south.

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

The screen went black. Silence crashed over the villa. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Richard Hale’s final words hung in the air like a storm cloud. ASK CASSIAN WHY HOPE CALLED HIM TWICE AFTER SHE DIED! Every eye slowly turned toward Cassian. Selena’s included. The countdown clock continued ticking above them. 42 MINUTES UNTIL LIVE FINALE Cassian stood perfectly still. Too still. And that terrified Selena more than panic would have.

Three remain. One dies tomorrow. Choose carefully. The words seemed to burn themselves into Dani's mind. She stared at the paper. Read it once. Twice. Three times. Hoping the message would somehow change. It didn't. The list remained exactly the same. Julian Carter Vance. Stella Carter Vance. Elena Cross. Daniella Mitchell. Four names. Yet the note claimed three would remain. Meaning one of them was marked for death. Within twenty-four hours.

An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost. Every target assigned to Ghost had ended up dead with a single, surgical puncture to the heart. No alarms tripped. No forensic evidence left behind. A true myth. Five years ago, the underworld partner I had been trading logistics networks with was murdered overnight, and rumors whispered that Ghost had been the weapon. Then, the assassin vanished completely from the grid, leaving the name to gather dust in the archives of the syndicate wars. I opened my eyes, my gaze shifting to the rear-view mirror.

"In your heart, I was the one who killed Bettany. I'm that evil. You will never let me go. You want to kill me a hundred times over anyway. It doesn't matter if I kill one more person." Hale Summer said with a vicious smile. Jasper Milton's eyes burst emanated with killing intent, and he rushed towards Hale. Hale drew out her pistol and pointed it at his head. "Hurry up and find that girl. If you can't find her in half an hour, she will die for sure."

“Well, it’s about this guy who finds this notebook on the ground. It turns out that any name he writes in that book that person will die. But it only works if he pictures the person’s face in his mind while he writes it. After he writes the name then he has a few seconds to change the time and manner of death. It’s really good cause the guy vows to only kill the evil people in the world to make it a better place. However, this other guy is trying to figure out who he is and how he keeps killing people. It's like a giant game of cat and mouse.” Huh, that does sound interesting. “Wow, that does sound good.” I agree. Samantha gets up and walks over to her bookcase. She pulls a dvd boxed set and

Jasper’s pupils contracted into tiny dots, his eyes reddening as he stammered, “W-what?! Grandpa… Grandpa is dead? Impossible! How could Grandpa… No way! You—You bitch, don’t you dare lie to me!!” He tried to check something but only then realized he didn’t have his phone on him at all. “Ding—” “Beep—” Suddenly, the room was filled with the sounds of phones buzzing simultaneously. Everyone instinctively pulled out their phones, and on all screens flashed the same breaking news— [Hale Group Chairman Lucas Hale died in a car accident. Investigations indicate the accident was unintentional, and homicide has been ruled out...] A car accident. An accident. “Lucas really died?!”

The Senator he was laughing with moments ago was backing away. Sebastian walked up the stairs to the stage. He stood next to the panicked tycoon. He leaned in close. He didn't need a microphone. "Hello, Alexander," Sebastian whispered. Hale looked at him. He saw the eyes. Not Arthur Knight. Sebastian Sterling. "You..." Hale gasped, clutching his chest. "You're dead." "I'm vintage," Sebastian smiled coldly. He placed a hand on Hale’s shoulder. "And you are cancelled." Sebastian turned and walked away. He didn't run. He walked. Security was too busy dealing with the mob of reporters surrounding Hale.