Matt Death Note Novels & Stories

"Now!" He shoved me back, playful, but with enough muscle behind it that I had to catch myself on the bench or go flying. I saw red. I’m gonna kill him. I’m gonna kill Noah. What the fuck was he thinking? Leaving a goddamn note with a gift like we were sixteen? Matt held the paper high, looking around like he was performing for a crowd. “Not yet,” he said. “We gotta see what your boyfriend wrote you.” Laughter broke out across the room.

He goes unconscious from the impact and a small smile slips "Shit schizo girl killed Matt" the one jock throws his hands in the air "I didn't his just going night night " I scoff going back to my seat The teacher walks in doing a head count. She sits down in her seat, her eyes skim over a piece of paper and she stares back at us "Where's Matt" she lowers her glasses. I turn to look at the boys daring them to say something. They look from me and back at the teacher "I'm right here," Matt says trying to hide the fact his in pain

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.

Tristan No one speaks. The photo remains on the table between us, a dead man. A purple flower pinned neatly to his chest. Not rage, not torture, just a message. I study the image for several seconds before sliding the phone back across the table. “ he was killed professionally.” Matteo nods once. “No struggle.” i point out. “No Witness?” “They are all dead.” “No defensive wounds?” “The coroner doesn't think so.” Silence falls in the room. I expected Belladonna to leave chaos. Instead, he leaves precision.