Jealous Death Note Novels & Stories

Then his gaze softened, shifting back to Emma, unbothered—until the police called again. Hector didn't trust Yuna, but he couldn't ignore the police. Their words made his eyes narrow. "Officer, you're saying Sienna's been dead for three months? That's impossible. I got a text from her two months ago. What, am I supposed to believe it was a ghost?" Watching from above, I almost wished I could message him, just to mess with his head. "She was a menace," Hector sneered. "Dead or alive, the world's better off without her."

She's probably heard I killed a woman I was involved with out of jealousy, all rumours of course, spread by yours truly, Alessio Valenti but Alessandra doesn't know they're rumours, he's trying to scare her. His gaze shifts between us and he nods, “I see, you're jealous of us, ugh. Okay, cousin Alessandra? I'll call you so we can continue building our wonderful relationship.” he grins, sliding out of the car before I can grab him by the neck and squeeze some life out of him.

He took a few minutes off to the coffee stand, filled his mug with the black liquid. Again, back to his puzzle room. Pictures of different girls spread all over the wall. Thread marking each common signs. He stared closely scrutinizing the pictures. Fuck. He cursed as he realised he had slowly begun to massage his groin. His eyes met Lisa, deceased, a couple of months before Becky. Blonde haired. Even as dead as she was, Jones knew the authority her body carried. She looked even more tortured like her death was slow, slower than the rest. The tear on her wrist extended towards her shoulder. Her collar bone looked like it was broken inside her.

She walked over to her desk, pulled her notebook out once more, and quickly jotted down several notes as her mind was already racing with how much further she could escalate things. As she closed the notebook, her gaze met in the mirror with a dark smile pulling at her lips. Axel thought he was playing her. Jayla thought she was untouchable. Jasmine thought she was the only one after revenge. But they were all wrong. Jade was the one holding all the cards-and she couldn't wait to play her hand.

Jonathan smiled as he touched Akira's shoulder which made Azrael even angrier. “Just make sure I don't get out of here Jonathan and I'll make sure I keep alive all the people close to you right in front of you. Yes, I know everyone I killed and I'm starting to rejoice that I killed your friends and members, I'll be even happier if I send more people to hell with you!” Azrael shouted as he struggled in the chair “Is that so Azrael? What if I kill your girlfriend in front of you? It looks good to watch, too.” Jonathan said smiling and pointed the pistol from his side

But she would be that selfish. Also explains why she didn’t shift and try to fight back. She also reeks of at least two males and their cheap cologne. “Welcome to the Flying Death Nina,” I say, as Missile steps back, reaches into his jeans and lights up a joint. When he passes it, I take a hit. She sits up, but Klunk’s wolf sits close and doesn’t let her stand. “The… Flying… You’re in the Flying Death,” she mumbles, her eyes wide.

New letters formed, slow and deliberate, as if written by an unseen hand. One word remained. NORA. My breath caught. The card wasn’t warning me. It was identifying me. Cold attention filled the room, sharp and ancient. Something old had noticed me. Something that did not make mistakes. Somewhere far beyond my tiny apartment, a force stirred. It watched. It waited. I didn’t know it yet. I couldn’t sense it. Not then. But he did. For the first time in his endless existence, Death had a problem. And that problem was me.

This time, instead of looking at the door, I looked at the walls around me. The first time, I thought this was about physical defense. The second time, I thought it was hide-and-seek. The third time, I thought it was a psychological game. The fifth time, I thought it was a timed survival scenario. Reality showed me that all of these approaches had already been accounted for. It was as if there were an invisible scriptwriter behind this death game. Every time I thought I had the main storyline, it just told me that was a side quest. So then… What was the real main quest?

But when officers re-read the postmortem report, they got shocked because murder and suicide both are impossible to happen like that. The fun is that they were late when they realized it because the innocent VC was hanged already. Oh! Why am I telling you from the beginning? It is because there's someone who wants to get revenge for Jean's death. Can you guess who? Jean's wife Jenny S Nicole. She's a nurse in the city hospital. When she found that her husband was no more in this world, she cried, she was drenched in tears and she was calling his name while sobbing.

Elena hadn't taken this photo that day… A wave of dizziness came over me, and as I remembered the goodbye she'd said, the ache in my chest began twisting without end. It was only after turning back many pages that I found a blank space. But I didn't know which photo had been there. The one who pored over this album, waiting for me to come home, had always been Elena. And now everything had been reversed. I suddenly remembered the way she'd stood by the window that night. She'd braced herself against the sill. Her face was very pale. Yet she'd kept smiling. I'd thought she was mocking me. Thought she'd finally learned to defy me with calm.