Matt Death Note Novels & Stories

Conrad is suddenly glad that they had figured it out already because she certainly would have reacted if he had appeared and told them this while Carlos was practically dying. "Oh, well, if that won't work, I suppose I'll have to drop a bombshell on you now, anyway. Charlotte is dead," Matt drawls, and Conrad can feel her stomach clench. She can feel the vomit rising in her throat and creeping into her mouth until she's doubled over and emptying the acid from her stomach.

This was when Matt spoke coldly. "This is the Imperial Capital. We have the best medical resources in Drakonia. You won't succeed at killing yourself. Even if you commit suicide, I can get the best doctors in Drakonia to heal you. Besides, even if you manage to kill yourself, what about those people you leave behind?" With that, Matty retrieved his phone and took a photo of Jennifer. He then dialed a number. "I want details on all her social connections, including every generation in her family!"

Matt stood up and scouted our poor apartment just like how I did in his room; picked up pictures, then dropped them. “Mom, what’s he doing with your picture…” I whispered making sure that no voice note leaks into his ear. He dropped it and came back to his seat, sitting down comfortably as if nothing was wrong with him. “Mister Matt, my daughter just told us about your loss. Accept my condolences, please,” she spoke calmly, pity running through her voice making it sound like a dirge. “Thank you,” he accepted and looked at me, making me feel like I just said what wasn’t supposed to be said, “but, you know what? No amount of condolences can bring her back, and she would not come,...even if she

Matt walked out the back door and locked it behind him, he walked to his own car, got in and pulled out of the alley. He drove three blocks before he reached for his phone. He sent one text to Irene. "Done." Three dots appeared on the screen and then her message appeared. "Good." Matt smiled and set the phone down on the passenger seat, so the princess wasn't asleep. He put both hands back on the wheel and drove out into the dark. By tomorrow night it would all be over. Both Claire and her son would be dead. * * Adrian's eyes opened in the dark and something in his chest felt cold but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Chapter 74 — The Garrity Deal The silence inside the grand house felt heavy, almost suffocating, broken only by the sharp vibration of a smartphone sliding across the glass coffee table. Matt sat motionless on the edge of the leather sofa, his dark hair disheveled, staring blankly at the screen. Richard Johnson.

Now in death, I could do even less. "Ethan, you bastard!" Caleb burst from the shadows, his fist connecting with Ethan's face. Blood vessels strained in his eyes, dark circles underneath them. Clearly, Caleb hadn't been sleeping well. "Let go of me! What right do you have to write that Aurora was your mate?" Ethan snarled, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fierce and determined. "She was mine! Even in death, she's mine!" Caleb laughed coldly.

he nuzzled his nose in my hair and put my head on his chest. "I love you, Matty," I whispered as I felt myself fall into a dark abyss. "I love you, it was always you." His hands grabbed my bottom and squeezed it. "Thinking about that lover boy will not bring him back," I heard him growling. Do I care? No. "You are wrong, I'm glad I've spent so many wonderful moments with him. He will always be in my heart." I whispered, accepting the reality. The last thing I saw was his face as his red eyes flowed with fury. The last thing I heard was someone knocking loudly on the door. The last thing I felt was free and my body being lifted. The last thing I know was Mathew was dead. ****

“Am I hallucinating?” His friend leaned over and saw what he saw. “Matthew Dragunov. Rank: Legendary…” At first, he felt there was nothing out of the ordinary, then he realised what he just read and gasped. They both looked up from the device, but Matthew was nowhere to be found. …..

He frowned as he read the first one, “Favorite color? Red.” “Green.” Meredith responded quickly and then realized his eyes were green and maybe she should have changed her answer. She didn’t want any part of him to be in her favorites list. He was the one who blackmailed her into her death contract after all. He raised his eyebrow at her answer. Apparently he didn’t know what answer she would give. She thought he knew everything about her. She thought she saw his mouth turn up just a hair as though he found her answer amusing. It would be amusing that her favorite color was the color of his eyes, she thought. But she still didn’t like her answer. She did vow to herself to answer honestly. “F

I was already dead, and that was the unchangeable truth. Mom returned home. She rummaged frantically through my room with her back bent over. She acted as if I were hiding there, waiting for her to find me. But I wasn't. So, of course, she found nothing. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed. The small room was filled with the sound of her heavy breathing. She unlocked her phone and called me again and again. The call tone just stretched on endlessly. I stood beside her, counting. She dialed three times, then her finger hovered over the call button and never moved again.