Matt Death Note Novels & Stories

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.

"I'm perfect. I have everything I need right here." A week later, we heard the news from Ethan. Kane had been found dead at my mother's grave. He had taken his own life. When Marcus told me, I felt nothing. No sadness, no anger, no closure. Kane's death was just news to me now. Like hearing about a stranger's passing. I was sitting in my cake shop, watching Luna play in the garden behind our house. Marcus was reading a book nearby. This was my life now. This was my future.

Comfort in the middle of hell. Matt—the medic—stands outside, wiping his glasses. He used to be a nurse. But that was in another life. Before we all sold our souls to revenge. “Let me know the moment she wakes up,” I say. He nods. Silent. Steady. And I walk away, not sure if I want her to wake up at all.

The lather turned pink from the blood. Mr. Goldman walked to the sink on the other side of Goldman and turned on the facet. Matt sat the shirts down on the bench. He walked to the sinks and started setting the unopened beer bottles on the steel shelf under the mirrors. He sat the bag of ice next to them. Matt walked back to the bench for the shirts. He hung them up on the edges of a stall door. He walked back to the sink and picked up a beer. He twisted the cap off. “Is there a dead body behind Garvey’s?” he asked nonchalantly.