Jealous Death Note Novels & Stories

Hungry for revenge to those who did me wrong, to those who sexually abused me, and to those who treated me like a pig. I remember my dream that I killed someone. It is not a dream but I did kill someone and he is Gin; one of those men who abused me. My dream is not a dream but a memory too that I killed someone. Now that I remember why I killed him; I don't feel any regret. I suddenly remembered about the black notebook. I know I just hid it somewhere and I want to see the names that I wrote there and how many were left. I immediately stood up to find the notebook. I put the doll down on my bed, I heard my phone ringing but I ignored it. Finding the black notebook is more important than the

"You've been sending some woman to threaten my life with those death notes." CJ is startled. "Death notes? What death notes? And what woman? What the hell are you talking about?" I just roll my eyes and turn my attention to the guy selling at the canteen. I buy a bottle of water and pass between CJ and Heaven like they don't exist. As I do so, my eyes meet with CJ's and there's worry and concern in his eyes but I don't buy that shit. Maybe he's pretending but he's the mastermind and he's been sending that woman to drop off the death notes just to terrify me.

He wore a dark hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled low, and his face was hidden. He raised a hand and made a gesture of pressing his index finger to his lips. "Shh." Then he turned and disappeared deeper into the darkness. I stood there, still holding the box. Distant music drifted over from the bar, as if it belonged to another world. A new message arrived. Just two words: "Lily Grant." Was she the next person to die? I stood outside Lily Grant’s villa. The passcode was 1129, my birthday. The door unlocked.

Not even when I almost died in Budapest. But this? This was death. She would leave me? She saw me. With that woman. I didn’t even remember who she was! I must’ve blacked out and that leech probably latched onto me like some desperate barnacle. Cassandra saw that. No wonder she was pissed. Wait… Wait a minute. My brain sparked. Jealousy? She was jealous. My lips curled. My brows lifted. She was jealous! She cared. She didn’t want to admit it, but that’s what this was. The cold tone, the call rejection, the ghosting… classic signs. She felt something.

“You’re jealous, Hale.” “I’m not jealous.” “Liar.” I stood up slowly, towering over her. “You really think I’m just going to sit back and watch you have dinner with my friend after everything?” “It’s not a date,” she snapped. “It’s notes. My notes. The ones that disappeared. The ones someone stole. Jax found them.” Before I could respond, Jax appeared behind her. “Everything okay?” he asked. “Yeah,” I replied in a stiff tone. “Everything’s fine.”

"Enough, stop begging them. Who needs family like this? Michelle, let's go." I turned my head away, feeling sick to my stomach, not wanting to watch this dramatic performance anymore. In my previous life, when James tortured and killed me, he kept saying, "Michelle's suicide note explained everything—how you staged the whole thing just to trick me away so you could hurt her. "You vicious person, you caused Michelle's death and ruined Mom's life." In my previous life, I thought he was just blinded by Michelle.

He was standing in front of a demon with a blood lust over him. "Apologize not accepted. You are a cheater. You could at least broke up before finding someone new. But two-timing? You're not even a hare to be that horny. You're are a disgusting piece of sh*t. You should die." JM didn't respond and burst into tears. "I-Im s-sorry. I won't do it again." "Of course, you won't once I kill you" Jill smirked. And raised her bolo up aiming at his head. " No one will know if I kill you, I am positively sure I can clear the evidence."

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote

“She isn’t going to kill anyone, would she?” “Andrea, this is the first time I see her jealous with a gun so I am not sure what the hell she is capable of.” Dani stated. “Stop scaring her Dani. You need to calm down, babe.” Cole embraced me. “If we hear another gunshot I promise I’ll call the cops.” He whispered to me. “You are not even funny.” I pushed him. “It’s okay. Blair is just jealous and I don’t think she would kill Sheila. If she wanted her dead she should have just shot her in the head.” Dan butted in.

Two days since Nonna Carmela walked down the valley road with my translation folded into her apron hem, and the silence that has followed is the loudest thing I have ever heard. I press my palm flat against the open page. The paper is thin from being handled too many times, the purple ink of Giovanni Randazzo's stamp bleeding through from the other side. I have memorized every number, every letter, every stroke of the initial T that condemns a man I have met only once and understood completely in that single hour. The authorization for Lorenzo's death sits on my lap like an animal that has finally stopped breathing, and I am the one who killed it.