Jealous Death Note Novels & Stories

“But there’s nothing here?” My stomach dropped, and I looked around wildly. The walls were bare. The floor was dark stone. No symbols, no light, no pain. Nothing. “Kael, I swear – ” “Hey,” he cut in, leaning in slightly as if unsure weather to comfort me or keep his distance. “You’re shaking.” His brows furrowed, some of his anger fading away. “I am not imagining things,” I whispered. “I know what I saw.” He didn’t argue – didn’t say he believed me either – and somewhere inside, I knew he wasn’t going to believe me if I told him about the death note. Maybe Lucian was right after all – to keep all of this between us.

After the two of them had a real flip, Leon pulled out the jade pendant from his body, and a suicide note. Even though Susan had an identical butterfly jade pendant in her hand, she was still shocked at the moment Leon took out the jade pendant. Her heart was filled with hatred. She had never thought that little bitch Renea was a child of the White family. "This is the jade pendant, and the suicide note was left by the old man. It has a phone number on it. I don't know as to whether I can get through or not." Susan took the jade pendant and the suicide note, and what the suicide note said above was exactly what she had guessed.

she sneered. After preparing herself, Diana left her room and went immediately to Zelle's room, where she found her staring at her window. "Zelle, something on your mind?" Zelle slightly turned her face to see her and shook her head, "I just felt helpless... I can't even help prepare their funeral and..." She bit her lip. "And you think it's your fault?" Diana walked towards her. Zelle looked down feeling the guilt, "Everybody says it isn't..." "But you know that's not true." Diana caressed Zelle's back and whispered into her ears, "They died because of you and you know it. After all, the killer's goal is you, though we still don't know what that killer wants with you."

“You’re a fool to believe that. You made a deal with me, the devil Anais. You agreed that you were mine! I can reclaim you anytime I want. I don’t want to. Killing him was for fun, not from jealousy. It was fun to watch as his blood slowly drained from him. Consider that the next time you let another man touch you. You. Are. Mine!” Anais stares at him, shocked, so he is jealous. He clearly is because why else would he kill him and make a point of saying she is his? “As I said, you’re a jealous pig. I’m not yours! You don’t own me. You let me walk and accepted I was not yours. If you think killing Mich will make me hide from men, you’re wrong! So wrong, you thought that was torture? Me and Mi

Frowning, she drags the notification down only to be horrified. The subject line is: Did you think I was gone? Think again. Elle is panicking. Her hands are shaking as she opens the email and nearly drops the phone in shock. Inside it, is a GIF of her and the bald man having s*x! “What the-” Another email arrives and she quickly clicks it. “This is just the beginning. There are more to come.” “No…” she gasps. “N-no this c-c-c-can’t be!” I killed him! I killed the bald man with my own hands! Then who can this be?

He could feel Emma trembling beside him, her fear palpable in the dark. “Who are you?” Elliot finally demanded, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. The stranger didn’t flinch. They turned slowly, holding the journal in one hand, their expression unreadable. “You don’t recognize me, do you?” they said, their voice calm. Elliot stepped forward, keeping the candlestick raised. “Should I?” The stranger smiled faintly. “No. You were too young to remember. But I remember you.” Emma stepped forward, her voice shaking. “Are you the one doing this? The notes, the deaths… is it you?”

In the end, she failed to hold on and fainted. "Mom!" "Sophia!" While they panicked, I walked towards the cell phone Mark had dropped. The screen was showing a still image from a video. Although some parts of it were censored, I could tell right away that it was the Carpenters' living room. It was the place where I had died. The video captured gory footage of Caleb beating me violently. At the end of the video, when Caleb stopped, the attentive viewers noticed that the body of the victim, who was me, didn't move at all. In fact, my chest no longer rose and fell.

"It's your fiancee, Sylvia Kline." "No, that's impossible." Connor's face was deathly pale. Like a man gone mad, he pounded the concrete floor violently. "That's not her. That's not Syl!" Beside him, Chris roared, "Connor, take a good look! That's Sylvia, you fiancee! She's dead. She was chopped up and dumped here four days ago! Did you ever look for her? Did you ever use your investigative skills to search for her?" "She left a note." The words came out mechanically, as if Connor had already shattered inside. Yet, his gaze remained fiercely locked on that hand. "She left on her own. There was a note."

I stepped closer, enough that she had to tilt her head up to meet my gaze. “You think I didn’t notice how you looked at him tonight? The way your voice softened when he walked in? You’ve been playing two sides, haven’t you?” Her eyes flashed. “Don’t be ridiculous. You think I’d ever choose him over you?” “You’re hesitating to kill him. That’s all the proof I need.” Her voice rose, shaking now. “Because it’s stupid, Darren! He’s stronger than you think. If you try to kill him and fail, we’ll both die before dawn. You’re blinded by jealousy.”

Maybe she suspected and documented it which might explain why the note was hidden in her journal. But how didn’t I know about the note all this time despite the journal being in my possession? I feel like a fool. I close the journal gently and pick up the note again, reading it one more time. *Your mother didn’t die of illness. She was poisoned. Ask your father about her favorite Nightshade Tea.* This note was inside the journal all this time, tucked between the pages. And now, it makes me feel like whoever did this was trying to protect something. Or warn someone.