Matt Death Note Novels & Stories

Do you know anyone whom the victim had issues with, anyone at all, something that'd bring about revenge? Jemi's thought was on one person. "the killer left a note" He posted a photo on the desk. she peeked at it, a picture of a bloodied card, on it was written 'eye for an eye. Jemi pushed the picture away "there's Matt" "Who?" "Matt, he's a part of their groupie, Emma, Will, Sophie, Meera and Matt, met them ones. a card game night, it didn't end well"

He breathed heavily. "What happen?" Sergetti asked in astonishment. He was definitely baffled by his sudden standing. "I have to go to the restroom" Matt rushed off without looking back. He was going to plan a way he could use in getting the ring. The earlier the better. "Don't be long, please" Sergetti begged. He was surely feeling bad he was leaving now. The worst of all moment. He was just getting in the mood. Matt went out and slammed the door behind him. If it was Sergetti's death that would save Angela. He was ready to kill him.

My mind reeled with more thoughts, causing a pang of worry to course through me. I turned to face one of the officers. “Please give us a moment to talk,” I demanded. “Make it quick,” came the response. I immediately held Matt's hand and pulled him into the kitchen. After shutting the door behind us, my hands flew to my waist, and I gave him a questioning stare. “What's going on? I thought you said that you didn't kill Layla?” “Yes, I didn't.” His jaw tightened momentarily. “The CCTV across her street must have captured me when I dropped by,” he announced casually.

“He is dead, and there are no others in the area.” The tension doesn’t drain from Mattel’s shoulders. “I didn’t kill him before reading his mind,” Damian adds, sounding mildly insulted. Mattel continues to stare at Damian. Prodigious Gift, indeed. To have read the man’s mind so thoroughly - knowing Damian, he would not have allowed the man to die before extracting any and all useful information - in so scant a time, in the same breath as killing him. Mattel hadn’t even known, that telepaths could render fatal wounds.

“I can bring you mine, Ari.” I turned my head to the left and found Matteo standing over me, a huge smile on his face. He wore a three-piece suit, very much like the one his papa wore. Weird for a boy our age, unless you were Matteo Vitale or any other mafia prince. It was actually comical to see them all running around in suits… Well, except for Nikola. He threw his suit into the pool, refusing to wear it. Rolling my eyes, I folded my hands under my head and sunk a little deeper into the grass. “No, thanks.”

Matt’s smile disappeared as quickly as it came, looking as if he would rather die than be here right now. “I’m sorry.” He murmured, looking down. “It’s fine. Can we sit in my usual spot?” I quickly changed the subject. Matt nodded, his hand stretched at the table in the far corner. I mumbled a small thank you and lead the war with Xander hot on my heels. I sat at my usual seat with him in front of me. Even though he was seated, he still looked tall. A second later, Matt came back with a notebook in his hands, flashing me a smile as he stood over us.

“You know if you're going to lie, at least lie smartly.” “You've got the wrong person here.” Mark blurted out again and I did not hesitate to throw my fist at him. “That's not what Valentina thinks.” ---------- I wiped my hand on a clean handkerchief and tossed it at a guard to trash it. The moment I walked into the living room, I saw a familiar face and turned away immediately. “Matteo.” The shrill voice called out and I froze. “Yes?” I roll my eyes, refusing to look at him.

It it were Dad teasing him, Mattie would be in the in the infirmary fo a week at most. I brush his sweat covered hair back and lean down to kiss his forehead before handing him the remote for the TV before walking over to the desk I had in the corner and sit down while pulling out all the paperwork I had to go through. Taking a deep breath I get tackle my Alpha duties. A few hours later, I look up and over to the couch and find Mattie passed out on the couch. I smile and walk over to him seeing that the ice had already melted so I pull that off him before gently picking up before carrying him to the bathroom.

“It’s very strange, sir. There are no external wounds on his body.” How did Matt die so suddenly? Diana grabbed Julian’s arm. Her voice was shaky. “I know.” She told them not to move anything, and to call for the police right away. She wanted them to check his corpse and verify her guess. “He took a pill.” That pill was fatal!

Like a cinder that had long since burned out. A dead mark means its host has been dead for some time. A sound moved through the crowd, the sharp involuntary intake of breath that happens when something breaks the mind's ability to process what it's seeing. A few people near the front screamed outright. My mother's hands froze mid-air. The moment her eyes touched that purple-black skin and that dead mark, her face went completely still. "Jasmine." "When did you take this kind of internal damage?"