Matt Death Note Novels & Stories

“Is he calling us a bastard? You must be pretty confident seeing how you came alone with your dog.“ They said referring to Matt. Matt frowned, “I am not his dog. Mind your speech, you don't know what you are getting yourself into.“ “Whatever he is, get him and kill the both of them.“ Matt rolled his eyes pulling off his glasses, “I can't believe I'll get my hands dirty this way.“ He and Jared looked at each other, giving themselves the signals. It didn't take them up to a minute to beat all five men up. Matt is not an ordinary assistant, he is someone skilled enough to be his personal bodyguard. This is why he is always close to Jared. Just as Jared made progress to leave, some more men rush

He sneezed, releasing a huge amount of green discharge, some of which splashed on Arianna’s face and golden hair, while the rest splattered on the Ouija board, chair, and the spotless tiled floor. As Matt inhaled the whiff of a putrid smell, an urge to barf took over him. But with the nail crossed at his throat, he couldn’t do as desired. Desperate to get out of this situation, he opted to push her nail out from where it stabbed his skin. This nail appeared to be more dangerous than a cat’s claw. Green in color, it went darker and brighter, yet the intensity with which it was committing the sin seemed more terrifying than a cluster of poisonous bees. ‘But why is she punishing me?’ Matt wonde

The bond flared, then snapped like glass shattering, leaving only hollow silence in its wake. Her body crumpled, her eyes wide and wet, saying my name like a plea that would never be answered. And I hated myself. Gods, I hated myself. I stood there for a moment, breathing hard, staring at the girl fate had cursed me with. My mate. My kill. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, so quietly the wind almost stole it. Then I turned and walked into the shadows, leaving her to bleed out in the snow, convincing myself it was mercy. Convincing myself it was duty.

Matt’s eyes were fixed on the big screen, his brows furrowed in deep concentration. “Is it impossible to crack?” he asked, turning to Marcus. Marcus shrugged. “Seems like it.” Matt studied him for a moment, then narrowed his eyes at the screen. “I can try,” he said. Marcus stood up, making room for Matt to take his place at the laptop. The moment Matt’s fingers touched the keyboard, they moved with a speed and precision that left Marcus stunned. He had never seen Matt type before, and watching him now was mesmerizing. He did it with such ease, such confidence—it was clear he knew exactly what he was doing.

"They'll figure it out quickly and overwhelm us if we stay, so we'll have to keep withdrawing and jabbing them whenever we have a chance. It'll have the best impact only in the first half hour if that, but at least that's some time. Better than nothing." "Good. I'll just have to make sure they don't kill me before then, I guess." Beth wasn't ready for the flash of fear in Matt's eyes at her dry response, as if the mere thought of her dying struck true terror in him. Ha. What a fucking joke. He'd been there when she died already. He'd been the cause of it. Betrayed her. Gave her up for dead. And now he wanted to act like this? Funny how life worked. Or maybe just this life.

He handed Matt the note. Matt took it and read it out loud. “This is the final act. Meet us were the first act began. Come alone. Otherwise, we’ll kill all three.” Matt ruffled his dark, brown hair with his hand. He had lost his Stratton between Jacobs’s house and Bonnie’s house. “What’s the plan?” Williamson asked. “I have to go. Alone,” Matt said. “Go where?” Jacobs asked. “He could mean anywhere. Lester’s house, Lester’s office, Joe’s diner, Danielle and David’s house, Jesse’s house – hell, pick one.”

"Good. Then start by telling me everything you remember about that night. About the drinks, about who you saw, about anything suspicious." Matt took a deep breath and began to recount everything he could remember from the night in question. He talked about how he had sent the drinks for the guards once they reached him, how he had seen some of them drinking before he had gone to bed, and how he had woken up to find himself in a strange place. Deagan listened carefully, his mind racing. Everything Matt was saying seemed to line up with what they already knew. But he could not let himself be swayed by that. He needed to keep pushing, keep questioning.

Matt responded, “Look, I don’t know. I was distracted. Not a day had gone by since I came home and someone I knew was already dead. My heart cracked, and it skipped as my mind thought of the night I saw Ace killing someone. I suddenly felt sick and wanted to throw up. “Matt,” I stuttered, shaking, “How- How did he die?” I asked, holding my chest. “Gunshot to the head,” he said hesitantly, and I dropped the phone as I sank with it. I cupped my mouth, trying to get the picture of dead Mike. Ace couldn’t have killed Mike. Could he?I would fool myself if I thought Ace was not responsible. I saw him kill someone with a gun, yet my heart was refusing to believe that he would do this. I was still w

Rica snatched some lampshade she saw by the bedside and prepared as Sally leisurely turned the handle to open it. Shockingly, it was simply Chuck. He promptly headed inside and shut the entryway. He was breathing vigorously and was walking forward and backward the room. Rica snatched his arms and said, “Hello, what the heck occurred out there?” Hurl ventures back as he gazed directly at Rica, he was tracking down the words to say it, yet he proved unable. Sally snaps, “Answer the damn inquiry, Chuck!” Throw plunked down with his hands on his head. He was leaving his psyche, and his voice shuddered as he answered, “I...We saw Matt... he-he’s dead. His body just showed up as the lights continu

I walked towards my room, quickly slamming the door after me. “You seem tense.” The woman that wanted my dīck purred. I totally forgot she was with me. “I am. And I am totally not in the mood anymore. Good night.” I shoved her out of the room without further thought, slamming the door after her again. I was so pissed and the only way to take out my anger was if I went out there and killed that fūcker. What was his name… Mattias? Yes, she said Mattias. Lucky for Mattias… Or should I say unluckily… He was officially a dead man.