Matt Death Note Novels & Stories

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..."

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.

Not too long after, Elijah answers through the link. -"Of course, son, don't worry. See you tomorrow." Matt closes his door, buckles his seat belt, and turns on the car engine. -"Wait, what? We can't just leave the pack. We got attacked yesterday. Your beta is sedated and... Charlotte is dead! There is too much going on just to get up and leave." I frantically state.

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.

He ran up to the door and opened it only to find a sulking Matt standing there with tear strained face. "What happened?" He couldn't help but ask. "D-Do you know....." he looked up. "Alex." He said and ran up to Alex and hugged him tightly. Alex was standing there in panic. "What happened Matty?" He asked kneeling down in front of his brother. "I-I saw..... I saw a bad dream.....Y-You were..... You died. People hated us..... you left me alone." Matt didn't break the hug. "Matty....." "There was blood everywhere and you..... I was alone. I was afraid Alex."

They would understand that much and wouldn’t ask questions. Matt made his way back and picked up his tattered clothes. At least he hadn’t been wearing anything too special. It had been so long since he’d ruined clothes like this. He had almost forgotten about it. Feeling slightly more calm than he had in months, Matt headed home. He wasn’t sure what he would do when he got there. But plotting Alyx’s death seemed like a good idea. Not that Matt would actually go through with it. At least he thought he wouldn’t.

“I promise. But we can’t let her keep playing her game. She’s hiding something big; I need you to trust me, okay?” I took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay,” I whispered. “I trust you.” Matt stood and walked to the shelf and brought out a small notebook. “I’ve been writing down everything,” he said. “Names, times, things I’ve seen. She meets with a man in a dark car once every week. I don’t know who he is yet, but I’ll find out. “She’s not just a liar,” I said. “She’s a traitor.” Matt nodded. “Yes and a very dangerous traitor.”