Nate Rivers Death Note Novels & Stories

I was traumatized; tears flowed down my cheeks as I witnessed this with my eyes. "It's funny how things work, huh, Ellie? You will be my greatest catch soon. As I said about the police, keep them off. If not, she will have the same faith as him." He pans the camera over Nate's limp body. Blood dripped from his mouth; I knew he was dead.

“You got it.” Closer than before. Her lips curved faintly. “That works both ways.” Nate was a good person. In a world built entirely out of Darian Blackwells, Nathaniel Rivers was genuinely, an uncomplicated good person. She stopped at a red light on 53rd. Tapped her fingers on the wheel once. Checked her mirrors out of habit, left, right, rear — And stopped. Nate was still standing at the entrance of the parking structure. Half a block back, barely visible through the gap between two parked trucks. Still. Completely still. Not on his phone. Not walking away. Not doing anything a person normally did when a conversation had ended and they'd moved on.

I squashed down the turbulent emotions in me and forced my broken body out of the restaurant. I deleted all of Dale’s contact numbers and threw away my SIM card. From this moment on, I had cut all ties with him. … Dale’s phone rang while he was sending River back home. He answered it, only to receive terrifying news. “Hello, we’re the South Road Riverstate police. We’ve retrieved a drowned corpse from the river, along with a suicide note and a pardon letter. “The pardon letter was written by you for River Stane, and we’ve verified the contents of the suicide note. Lyra Stane, your wife, is the one who wrote it. Please come and retrieve her body…”

While on the other hand River is trying to peek on the other side, to see where Roman is being taken by his men. “F*ck, they’re taking them by a plane.” He said. “I got you f*cker.” Hell said and pressed a red bottom behind his phone. “The f*ck is that?” Death asks. “Wait after 30 second you’ll see.” Hell answered. River came out to where they were hiding and started shooting on Roman’s men and also the three did, but unfortunately River got glazed by a bullet on the shoulder. “D*mn.” River said and hid behind a tree.

He asked me, and he sat on the bench. “Something is wrong, Sage,” I seriously said, and I sat beside him, “Phoenix is comatose now due to drug overdose,” I whispered, which made him frown. “What do you mean?” He asked, so I took a deep breath and talked again. “I feel that it has to do with Nate’s death,” I said, “Part of the CCTV footage of the bar where I saw him is deleted,” I added, so he smirked.

Nathan laughed at his friend then went into the office closing the door behind him. Divan became serious once again. “What happened Nate? We looked for you everywhere and even went to that river. We saw a lot of dead bodies and blood there. Even yours was there and a lot of it but nobody. We thought that the rogues had killed you judging from how much blood there was.”

He moved forward placing his palms on the edge of the table with shoulders slightly raised as if readying himself to launch an attack any second. Sebastian stiffened. He wasn’t aware that Nathan’s father had died. After severing his connection with Nathan, he also refused to hear any news about the River Bed Pack. “I was not aware of your father’s death…..I’m.” Before he could continue, Nathan cut him off. “Should I thank you for that? That despite you don’t know, you delayed the attack?” “Stop with your nonsense Nathan, I didn’t attack your pack!” he growls. “So how can you explain the note you left at the border, you are on a first-name basis with the Alpha rogue, Seb!”

Nathan sat beside me, occasionally looking over as though he wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words. Eventually, I reached for his hand, "We'll find her." He turned toward me, "I know." "Do you?" Nathan squeezed my fingers, "I wouldn't be sitting here if I didn't." I looked out through the window, "Mia is dead." Nathan nodded, "So is Jasper." Yes Jasper is dead, he was trying to escape and he was shot dead on the spot. "And yet Athena is still missing." I said. "Exactly." he replied.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."