L Death Note Novels & Stories

**"I survived. Did you really think you could kill me that easily? See you soon. -L" L. Lorenzo. Sienna's blood turned to ice. "No. That's impossible. You said he was dead. You saw him in the explosion." "I thought he was." Dante stared at the note. "He was on the observation deck. Right where the explosion happened." "Then how?" "I don't know." Dante's jaw clenched. "But if he's alive. If he survived..." "Then it's not over." "No." Dante looked at her. At Leo playing quietly nearby. At the fragile safety they'd built. "It's not over."

“This doesn’t read right.” Keller leaned in over her shoulder. “What doesn’t?” She angled the phone to show him. “The timing. Daniel just made him our main link—now he’s dead?” Keller didn’t blink. “Pretty convenient,” Selena said, her suspicion plain. She scrolled to the last page. She found the note—typed, short. Too perfect. Her pulse steadied. That eerie calm when chaos starts making a pattern. “This…” she said quietly. Keller caught her meaning. “What?”

She had said publicly that David could never bring Jasmine happiness. Shame twisted in David's chest. Everything Lilith said had come true. If... if Jasmine had only listened to her, would she still be alive? Lilith stared coldly at everyone in the room. In her eyes, they were all complicit, every one of them had played a part in Jasmine's death. "I'm Jasmine's legal representative. Jasmine passed away at two minutes past nine at night on October 15th from acute liver failure, worsened by drug interactions that caused rapid organ failure. Before her death, she authorized me to activate all agreements from the moment of her passing."

"And a package was delivered to Miss Gardener's apartment two days ago. A dead bird with a threatening note signed 'L.'" "A dead bird?" Liam let confusion and revulsion cross his face. "That's—that's disturbing. Why would anyone do that? And why do you think I—" Understanding dawned, orchestrated and so fucking perfect. "Because of the 'L'? My first name starts with L, so automatically I'm the suspect? That's circumstantial at best." "The note referenced Miss Gardener's relationship. Implied threats against her and Mr Heywood."

I finished. “But Don, Langdon is dead, you killed him” he retorted. Pearl……… it's like I can't stop thinking about her, her beautiful sparkling hazel eyes melted every cell in my brain. “I've killed hundreds of people Lorenzo, something doesn't sit right about Langdon, they never found his body,” I said. Lorenzo thought for a while and nodded, “I already put my guys on it, let's hope it's not true, I'd hate to kill him twice” Lorenzo said.

Chapter 138: Leonardo’s POV The black rose lay on the kitchen counter, its petals dark and smooth, mocking me with its presence. I stood beside it, arms crossed, jaw clenched. Next to the rose was the note. The handwriting was the same—elegant, slanted letters that I recognized immediately. Alicia’s handwriting. But she was dead. I’d seen her fall. I’d watched the life drain from her eyes after Olivia pulled the trigger. I had held Olivia afterward, shielding her from the sight of Alicia’s lifeless body.

Lucas narrowed his eyes. "I'll leave Ari in your care then, Mr. Larkin." Ariel furrowed her brows as she found the way Lucas said that a bit strange. Jayson did not react any differently. "Of course." It was almost impossible to tell whether Jayson was really being sincere when looking at his proper and elegant demeanor. Lucas paused briefly. He took another glance at Ariel. Then, he left to meet his girlfriend. Ariel had placed a lot of importance on the ceremony for Elena's third death anniversary since it marked the closure point of their grieving her death.

I asked and she collected the picture from me, giving it a long stare. "Who's it?" The second nurse asked as she drew near to also have a look. "Oh! Isn't this the corpse that was brought in few nights ago?" She asked and my heart gave a leap What? "Yes! Now I know why she looks familiar. She's the one" the first nurse also said with a nod. No; "What're you talking about?" I asked with my eyes dilating. "Where's she??" They exchanged a brief glance at each other "I'm sorry sir, but she's dead" the first nurse replied.

As we made our way out of the burial chamber and back through the cemetery, all I could think about was those words written in such neat, careful handwriting. Her power becomes my power. Someone out there wanted to cut me open and take what was inside me. Wanted to use my blood to control everyone. And according to that notebook, he was close to figuring out how. That's when I felt my phone buzz. I pulled it out to find dozens of photos. Pages from the notebook, each one clear and easy to read. A text message appeared. Don't tell Alerion. Look at these. Stay safe. -L I looked back to find Lysander leaning against the mausoleum wall, pale and shaky but grinning at me. He'd been taking picture

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."