Jealous Death Note Novels & Stories

It was very strange for an Elder to take a mind link while talking. "Hmm" the Elder cleared his throat "I have just received some very disturbing news" he paused as if he was still trying to process. "Alpha Joey is dead" "What!" Both Renee and I shout at the same time our jaws all but dropping to the floor. "Yes, this is very disturbing news indeed. His neck was snapped in his own office." Elder Chase responds his face wrinkling in thought. "In his own office?" I question, "So they know who the killer is. Was it a challenge?"

A Luna needs no rival, right? But now… with the way Jade died, how calculated and silent it all felt—I wasn’t so sure anymore. It was deeper than jealousy and darker than obsession. This felt like someone pulling strings behind curtains I hadn’t even noticed. I let out a heavy sigh, dragging both hands through my hair. My mind was racing. I couldn’t think straight. Selene was still in a coma, and now a maid dies the second she tries to speak? I needed answers and I needed them fast.

Silence filled the room like a wave. Camela gripped Vincent's shirt, trembling with fear. "What did he mean?" she asked. Before he could respond— The journal cracked open again. But this time, it wasn’t written in her handwriting; it was written in his. Vincent's eyes grew wide as black letters scrawled across the page, forming a single line: Final Journal. Entry Three: The fox dies first. Camela’s scream shattered the silence—

They won't even notice I'm gone. Exhaling deeply, I move from the window to my drawer where I've hidden the poison I'd drink. First, I take out the death note I've written from the drawer and staring at it, leads to tears brewing in my eyes. Unfortunately, they'd be blaming me for Zac's death already because I didn't show remorse. Pathetic. Grabbing the poison jar, I place the note on my bed and standing opposite my bed post, I open my mouth and gulp down every liquid from the jar.

I take a long sip of water. “They didn’t want to tell us anything of the deceased, so we have no information about him.” I say quietly “Even so, I don’t think he was at odds with his family like the rest of the victims. His mother seemed to lobe him very much— and so did his soulmate.” “Silver hell,” Cassain recoils “Is she still…?” I nod. Heavy silence drops over the group. The inside of that room is burned in my memory. I reach into my pocket and pull out the one thing I took from that room. I toss the notebook to the center of the table.

“Anyway. The point is that she killed herself. In her original statement to the police, she admitted to being the accomplice of Michael Halest. Your father. But before she died, she left a suicide note. Stating she was terribly guilty for accusing Michael Halest of something he didn’t do. In her suicide note, she made him sound like a saint.” “You must be kidding me!” Ajax couldn’t hold himself back from snarling. “She’s obviously lying.” “Trust me. I can bet my whole life on the fact that the stupid death note is fake. But you see, Ajax, when a dying person makes a statement, it’s a little harder to prove otherwise. And until we prove the note is unreliable, we have to take the possibility

"Even in death, you're still trying to steal my man? Clearly, skinning you and blowing you up wasn't cruel enough." "Go to hell with your little bastard!" I shut my eyes and calmed myself. Quietly, I preserved every text and waited—for the storm that was sure to come.

“And I ran…” “Straight into a dead body?” Nazte cut in. I glowered at him. “Yes.” Cendres sighed and ran a hand through his light brown hair. It was loose about his shoulders today, and it curled where it had been pushed back behind his ears. “You can’t expect the pack to believe that, Haile. Even if we do.” “Which you clearly don’t.” He shrugged apologetically at me. I didn’t buy it. “Look,” I said, fishing around in the folds of my cloak. “The killer left a note again.”

The way she keeps humming under her breath. I have never really pegged myself as a jealous guy but I might just be. Because tell me why I want to rip the eyes from every man who has just seen her. Fuck it I might actually do it. I imagine a very detailed death for the man who had the audacity to glance at her twice. I want to rip my fucking pistol and kill the motherfucker. I don’t, I can’t risk traumatising my Fiammella. She tosses a pack of cereal into the cart.

"You wanted me to strive for power and wealth, but what's the use of earning all the money? What's the use of standing at the top of the pyramid? You can never come back. Sob, sob, sob." When Jewel pushed the door open, she saw Thea going crazy. She didn't say anything, but simply crouched down silently and picked up the documents. Then Jewel stood beside Thea, looking at her with a sympathetic and slightly guilty expression. "I think I should apologize to you." Thea raised her teary eyes, and a cold gleam shot from her eyes, "Is Theodore's death somehow related to you?" She is now on high alert, as if everyone in the world owes something to Theo.