Jealous Death Note Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

He let out a hollow laugh. "Happy family, my ass," he muttered under his breath. A sudden realization hit him. Jean wasn't the only player in this twisted game. There was someone else, someone who had managed to make a murder look like a natural death. The idea was so audaciously brilliant, it was almost admirable. Gilbert leaned back in the chair, a dark smile playing on his lips. He felt a spark of excitement, a thrill he hadn't felt in a long time. "So, there's another player in the game, and he maybe Jean's ally." he murmured, his voice filled with a chilling delight, "This is getting interesting."

I thought maybe this girl was my opportunity. But I was wrong. The next second, the baby doll turned around, revealing hollow, blood-soaked eyes. "I don't have parents. Do you want to be my mommy?" she mumbled. Her blood and tears poured down her face, soaking her dress. The next second, her head fell off and landed in her own hands. Suddenly, dark storm clouds gathered in the sky, looking ominous. At the same time, the comments flooded the live chat. "Haha! So dumb! Of all people, she had to pick a fight with Aria, the Headless Girl, one of the Four Bosses."

To exaggerate it a little, the minute he closed his eyes, he could not help but picture Giselle with Chester. The feeling of jealousy, resentment, and irritability tormented him day and night. At one point, he even considered taking his own life. But he could not die. If he died, that would mean letting Chester win. There was no way Jonathan would give up! Giselle could only ever be his! Jonathan clenched his fists tight, his eyes filled with rage. He found a photo of Giselle in his phone and set it as his screensaver without hesitation. With his calloused fingertips, he gently stroked the screen. Deep yearning filled his eyes at this moment.

Opposite to Haru and the indication that she is the imperfect one from two of them. “Do you want to see it too, Jeffrey?” “If that wouldn’t be a pain for the both of you, why not?” More likely playing it cool like his true self that is a carefree one. Jeffrey is hiding the truth and his little fact that he wanted to know what truly happened that day. The time when, Lelouch died. “Alright, I just do hope that no one of you will snap after this.” A light engulfs the place. But nit enough to be notice by anyone outside, nor anyone seeing by the least. With Haru’s spell that keeps everything conceal and inside the circle. Everything went dark and a voice whisper.

“You will regret this. By the time I’m done with you both, you’ll volunteer to come to me.” Tears blur my vision. I stumble to a nearby chair and collapse into it, my whole body wracked with horror. Numb. Shaking. I pull out my phone with clumsy fingers and dial Uncle Mark. He answers after one ring. “Baylee? What is it? Are you okay?” I can’t speak for a second. I swallow hard. “No,” I whisper. “Jena’s dead. Someone slit her throat. Tied her to a chair and left a note. There’s blood everywhere.”

His eyes fix on me a few seconds longer than I'm comfortable with but finally, he turns away and scribbles on his notebook. “Does this whole scenario seem familiar, Luna?”. Again, I find myself swallowing subconsciously. I can't help it, I'm so nervous that my throat is dry to the point of cracking. “What are you talking about?”. The female detective….Jade she called herself had literally not taken her eyes off me since the beginning of this meeting. I'm not sure who's more unnerving, she or her colleague. “The whole scenario where someone dies after an altercation of some sort with you”. Oh….so that's what he means. I sit up straighter on my seat, cocking my head at angle.

A black smoke engulfed the space on the chair beside Death Note and Jackson appeared with a silver coloured Device wrapped around his head and his entire body bounded in chains. "This is him. Where is my cargo?" Death Note asked. Sarraphina snapped her fingers and a guard walked in with a black briefcase. He placed it on the table on between them and walked away. "Check it" She said. Death Note brought the briefcase closer to him and he opened it. In it was a pen. "This is fake" Death Note stated with anger after observing the pen and he broke it after. "What do you expect, you asked for the impossible." Sarraphina replied

Only then was I able to resume my breathing because in one way or another I had indeed STOP breathing. BUT WHAT JUST HAPPENED THERE??? But above all, why doesn't Nigel's death and his torture have more of an effect on me?? Has my heart truly died since that night?? Suddenly I thought of how the killer was obviously respected, How he held Nigel's life in his hands... And then I realized something. It was because he had power... it was because he is powerful... And a terrible feeling surged through me. so terrible that I staggered. I was jealous. I was horribly jealous of him. Nothing more.... Nothing less I didn't yet know to what extent

Ashley felt Dominic tense beside her. Elena lifted the notebook. “This belonged to Jonathan Wellspring.” Ashley’s father. She carefully opened the final page. “The last page contains a dying confession.” The harbor fell completely silent. Patrick Walker’s expression remained unreadable. Alvin stepped out from behind his vehicle. Dominic slowly raised his pistol. Every eye fixed on Elena. She drew a slow breath. Then began to read. “If anyone is reading this, then I am already dead…” Ashley’s heart nearly stopped. “The man responsible for our deaths is not the one you believe.”