Matt Death Note Novels & Stories

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 picked it up slowly and inspected it, imagining it sitting delicately around her neck. I followed Emrys outside and wasn't too surprised to see what he wanted to show me. It was Matt's human body, covered in blood, throat cut, and spine exposed. He was dead. Had Diara witnessed his death? I grimaced at the thought of her seeing someone she knew and had been in love with in the past die a gruesome death. I hope she hadn't seen it, because this type of scar takes too long to heal.

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.

I wanted to use my power to enter her memories, but her body was so destroyed that I couldn't bear it. "Tsk. I don't understand either," I replied, half annoyed. I brushed away his hand as he tried to touch my cheek. "What's clear, Cassian, is that we need to investigate this murder case. I was the last person to see Riana before she was killed. Moreover, there are so many strange things happening." "I refuse." And that was the first time I turned to him so quickly, staring at Cassian's cold face in disbelief. "What do you mean?" I asked. My pair of sapphire irises reflected how serious and determined he was.

"Fucking hell, Cam! I nearly had a heart attack!" Matt gasped, clutching his chest. "Sorry," Camden apologized, wheezing as she tried to catch her breath. "Jesus, it was like watching a fucking zombie come to life in The Walking Dead! Are you alright?" Matt asked, concern creeping into his voice as he regained his composure after his initial shock. "Fine... I just..." she sputtered. It was then that she realised Clayton wasn't there. "Where's Clayton?" she managed to ask as she tried to collect herself once more. "He's just gone to the toilet," Matt replied, gesturing over his shoulder towards Clayton's room. She nodded in acknowledgement, but still looked a little out of it. "Are you okay?"

Lilly teased him but no response came from Matt. She wanted to see his smile, something that showed her he was ok. She didn't know why but it was making her upset to see him so upset. “What the hell happened?” Jordan growled, setting his medicine bag down on the table. “Roger attacked her.” Matt growled. “Roger, that bastard. I hope we caught him.” Jordan said, beginning to put out his supplies. “He’s dead.” Matt said coldly. “Dead?” Jordan asked quietly. “I killed him.” Matt said in an emotionless voice.

"Shelly, it wasn't supposed to be like this—" She thought I was dead. She thought she'd lost me, so she took her own life. I had killed her. "Alpha!" The Beta burst into the room, his eyes widening at the blood and debris. "What are you doing?" "She thought I was dead!" I looked up, my eyes filled with a desperate madness. "She thought she lost me, so she—" I couldn't finish the sentence. "Alpha, you need to calm down—" "CALM DOWN?" I let out a wild, hoarse laugh. "I killed my mate," I choked out, the words like acid in my throat. "I killed her with my own two hands."

Someone I'll never get to see again. Unless Headmaster Stroud is right and he faked his own death. That's another thing that doesn't make any sense. Why would he do that? Could it be he was running from someone? The Silver Hunters? No. That makes no sense. He would take me with him. I shake my head. "There's too much going on right now. If one more piece of information makes it way into my brain my head will explode." "I'm sorry," Alice mumbles. She squeezes my shoulder. "At least you have your date with Gregory to look forward to. That's something, right?"

I hastily get in the back seat, banging the door shut, very aware of the driver's eyes on me. I toss my handbag on the seat after I read him the address to BM holdings, and I lean on the backrest. Matt is a workaholic and he always goes to his office whenever he is upset or stressed, so I definitely know that I will find him there. My eyes are cast blankly on the letter that I am still gripping in my hands, but I am busy plotting the different ways I could possibly kill that son of a bitch and get away with it. Seriously.

He stood in front of me, covered in blood, giving his life so I could escape. "Why…" I wanted to ask. He had hated me so much, why did he still die for me? Before I could speak, Caelum's phone rang. He answered and listened for a few seconds, then his face changed. "When did this happen? Which way did she go?" "How long has she been gone? Why did no one call me sooner?" His voice dropped lower but grew tighter. "Fine. I got it." He ended the call and pushed the car door open. Rain poured in.