Hugh O'connor Death Note Novels & Stories

I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy. In half a month, I would be dead. The day I received the diagnosis, I decided to give up treatment and donate my body to the Central Research Institute after my death. Through the mind link, I reached out to my brother, whom I hadn’t seen in six years, hoping he would help me sign the papers. He sneered and cut off the link without any hesitation. With the Spirit Severance Donation Contract, a formal waiver of my right to have my wolf spirit returned to my pack's sacred grounds after death, I crossed countless territories alone to the high-ranking city where he resided. He had been promoted to commander of the Silverfang Patrol, basking in glory. He casually signed the document without even looking at me, then said with chilling indifference, “Don’t ever come to me again. Given how ungrateful you are, I can't be bothered to give you a proper burial." I nodded lightly. “I understand.” He did not know that the money for his treatments in the past years had come from me. Now, there were only seven days left until my death.

It was the tallest building in the world. A token of pride to whoever owned it. An industrial empire that stole selfishly in the name of success. A giant that overshadowed its competitors’ comparatively smaller establishments under the risen sun. And everyone knew whose devilish strategies it came from…From the topmost loft of the building stood a man with a glass of red wine in his hand. He was smirking; not at the taste of the fine wine but at the misery of his rivals. “Master Sean, everything happens at your will.” “I know. And that makes everything else boring.”

Something happened between us last night…I bit the pillow. I couldn’t really believe that I was in the same unknown room with him. Am I still dreaming? If yes, please wake me up!“I want to wake up from this nightmare!” I screamed mindlessly. I heard Rhio laugh.“You aren’t dreaming Jasmin,” he said with a big smile, “And this isn’t a nightmare…for me.”I threw him the pillow, “Do you think I’m glad with what happened?”“We’ll there’s nothing we could do about that,” he smirked, “for all I knew, I have deflowered you.”Rhio Zel Cantheliz, the sole heir of Multi-Billionaire Zel Cantheliz Corporation, were his clan died in tragic event namely, Zel Cantheliz Massacre. Rhio, who really hated woman, needing one to save his family hierarchy.

Dahlia Amelia was a frustrated Aspiring Writer that her work was claim and plagiarized by a well-known Author, Yuki. The One Who Own the Deadly Glance, was hit for almost three months and become the best seller that earn a billion dollar. Several famous entertainment industry offer the publisher to adapt the novel into a film. Even makes Dahlia more frustrated. No one believe that she is the one who wrote it. She was offered to become a script writer instead to her own masterpiece. Drayzen Storm was the only living Dragon shift-shifter for a hundred decades. He was curious how the writer find his identity as the novel used his real name. Reader and viewr was aware that the novel was all imagination made. But Yuki died in hand of Drayzen as the writer of the said Novel. Dahlia was about to witness the devious event, yet she choose to ignore them and even cry at Drayzen how frustrated she is not to fight her right on her own work. Drayzen find out that she was the real writer. After a month Dahlia find out that she was pregnant with Dryzen Child.

After being bullied to death at school, I was reborn as a newborn baby. And then I realized my mother was the same person who had tormented me. Now she was whispering to me sweetly, “Oh, my precious baby.” Precious baby? I immediately started thrashing in her arms, trying to jab my tiny fingers into her eyes. From this day forward, this ‘precious baby’ would be out for revenge!

“I, Beta Maddox Wood, rejected Autumn to be my mate.” What was worse than the rejection was knowing that the one who promised to cherish you and protect you for the rest of your life was now letting go of that promise. They were called “The Trios” of their pack. Inseparable. Devoted. Fifteen years ago, Autumn, Maddox, and Hugh promised each other that they would always have each other for the rest of their lives. Fifteen years later, the two men had become successful. Hugh had become the alpha while Maddox had become the beta while she? She became the bullied omega of the pack while each of her pack members had treated her like a murderer after all her family members lost in a fire. What was more surprising was that Autumn found Maddox was her mate, and to her surprise, the one who promised to take care of her back when they were still a child rejected her. It seemed like fate was playing a prank on her when she found out that her second chance mate was none other than Alpha Hugh, her other best friend. Would Hugh reject her like how Maddox did? Or would Alpha Hugh be brave enough to accept her as his?

On the day I donated my kidney, I never thought my wife, Rebecca Tanner, would cut open her own heart and confess her regrets. After all, she had staged her own death in a bombing, all so she and Mason Sanders could test my loyalty. All she left me was two billion in gambling debt and a contract selling me into slavery. The creditor said they would leave her body in the grave and spare it from being fed to the hyenas. But to do that, I had to sign a contract with my blood and become their pet from then on. After that, I was locked in an iron cage beneath an underground fighting ring. By day, they chained me up and forced me to lick the blood from the winners' shoes. At night, they injected me with drugs and threw me into the fighting ring, turning me into a living toy for the wealthy to bet on. One broken rib doubled the stakes. One lost tooth added another ten thousand dollars. When I heard that my parents had been stripped and thrown into the mouth of a volcano alive, I broke completely. Covered in blood, I snapped the iron chain and rushed to the volcano. Instead, I found my "dead" wife gently lighting Mason's cigarette. Mason puffed out a ring of smoke and sneered. "We still have ten seconds left on the bet, Rebecca. You've lost."

It's my third day of being a ghost, and I feel like I'm going to starve to death again. The underworld messenger takes pity on me because I'm a child and secretly tells me that people like me, who suffered grievances and died with resentment, have to stay by the sides of the people who loved us most in life. Then, we survive on their "guilt". I lower my head and narrow my eyes. I choke up and say, "You might as well just leave me to starve." My mother hated me to the core. Why would she ever be guilty over my death?

While my corpse was rotting in the morgue, my fiancé, Ron Corleone, was comforting my murderer. Lisa Corleone sobbed as she said, “After we were kidnapped and brought here, Wendy disappeared. We don’t know if she managed to escape. It was all my fault. If I hadn’t insisted on going out with Wendy…” Ron’s face was ice cold. “The future mistress of the Corleone family actually abandoned my sister and fled on her own. If she dares to come back, I’ll break her arms and legs and turn her into a maggot that only deserves to live in the dark!” In fact, I did die in some random corner with my limbs broken. The truth about my death made Ron, who had vowed to make me regret my existence, crazy.

My sister pulled a knife during a robbery attempt, and we got into a brutal fight. My mom, an auxiliary police officer, arrived at the scene but totally ignored my injury. As I lay in a pool of blood, begging for help, she just cradled my sister and yelled at me, "You're so desperate for attention that you'd hurt your sister? How did I raise a heartless monster like you?" She branded me as the aggressor, ignored my pleas, and rushed my sister, who had mere scratches, to the hospital. I was left alone to die miserably in that deserted alley. When the news of my death arrived, my mother dismissed it as another one of my lies, pointing at my body and demanding I get up to apologize to my sister.