Matt Death Note Novels & Stories

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?"

But I had no intention of giving it away. Instead, I held it up, high enough for them all to see the seal. “The Moon Matron line,” I said. “Forgotten, not broken.” The room fell silent. Then, from behind the dais, a door opened and Daxon entered. Every time he walked into a room, it was like the oxygen shifted. He was dressed in formal black, no tie, his shirt open just enough to reveal the mark at the base of his throat a faint crescent scar that pulsed faintly under the light.

Finally, using the spare key, she unlocked the door, only to be hit by a nauseating smell of decay that made her immediately cover her nose and step back in shock. Trembling, she dialed my mother's number. "Ma’am, Sarah is dead! Oh..."

Suddenly, I recalled hearing some news some time ago about the death of Asher's mate. After about five seconds, I snapped out of the thoughts that had gotten me busy: "Who's Alpha Asher's mate?" I asked, "The last time I remember, they said Alpha Asher's mate died one time like that," I said, my tone ringing with curiosity as I tried to wrap my head around the exact year I heard it.

The vial pitifully shattered onto the cement floor making them to fell in despair. “No!” He laughed vociferously, seeing their helpless face while stomping his feet with such fast energy in several times. But Kate suddenly smirks triumphantly, “Oh my, you will be dead. Goodbye” What a great act. As soon as she uttered it, a horrible hole oozing with nasty blood was found on this ugly b*tch forehead. The Cutthroat instantly fell down after it with his unsightly eyes bulged open. It was then Matt standing with his long black scarf wrapped on his elegant neck, swaying, and wearing an awesomely cool black coat, holding a gun, appeared. The cutthroat was caught off guard as Matt has no killer pre

He sorted through until He found the part He was looking for. "Hmmm." He hummed under His breath, focusing more. This was strange, very strange Looking through his mind carefully and making sure to get everything He needed He pulled back and watched the man slumped in his chair passed out or dead, He didn't really care. "Kill me." Matt whimpered in his chair, his head lifting slowly, face almost transparent, eyes bloodshot as tears streamed down his miserable face. Zander lowered himself to his eye level, making sure he was looking Him in the eyes.

Matt slams the wheel with his fists. -"No, Naomi! Daniel did this, not you. He is the one who killed Charlotte, and I will make him pay for it." Taking a deep breath, Matt tries to compose himself. "I have to take a rain check. Are you okay to drive back home?" he inquires.

She asked politely wondering who This woman was that could make the almighty Korea boss, panic like a child "Ah yes..." Matt said looking at the maid like she was a Savior... "I need a first aid kit immediately..upstairs in my room..." "Okay sir" Matt starts heading upstairs when he paused, remembering something "Where's the little child" "He's fast asleep" He made to climb up again and stopped "Did he ..eat something" "He was worried but he ate a bit" With that he climbed up with Bianca

fortune was not on Antonio's side. In the next gunshot, Antonio witnessed with his own eyes that a bullet from one of the police officers pierced deep into Matt's head, causing him to fall backward. Like a slow-motion scene in a movie, Antonio and Matt exchanged glances before Matt collapsed to the floor. His eyes rolled upwards, marking the last time Antonio saw him. Antonio desperately wanted to stop and embrace Matt, his loyal assistant who had stood by his side for years. At the very least, he wanted to express his gratitude and bid farewell. However, the sound of footsteps heard from behind made him abandon that intention.

Matt was waiting outside, next to a car, and he got in as we came out. We crowded in the back, and I turned out to the window. I wasn't willing to talk, and the rest remained silent, gratefully. We went to the large mall, and we got down. We went through the long aisles and got the list, while Matt came up to pay for it. I turned around, looking for a way to leave. I needed to buy the belladonna. It was the perfect way to kill. No traces, and even though it would be less fast, it would help me mask it as a heart attack.