Novel Death Note Novels & Stories

I could not even remember how. At the very least, I should thank him for serving as our first lab rat and providing such valuable data. … That night, the hospital informed me that he had killed himself shortly after I left by drinking a bottle of sanitizer. They pronounced him dead soon after. I gave a noncommittal "mm-hmm" and told the hospital to handle the body. His funeral was simple: no ceremony, no pomp, no ritual, not even a single guest. I watched as they lowered him into the grave. At last, it was over.

He vanished into the air, His eyes were icy cold, He moved fast, It wasn't natural. I didn't really find it useful, I preferred details. I looked at the boot prints, I checked the direction of blood spray, I noted which hand opened a door, I counted the seconds between screams. I sharpened a knife on a stone, I listened to the hiss of metal. I did it again and again. The blade caught the candlelight. My hand moved fast when I wrote his name. Cassian Vale. I stared at the ink. I was annoyed by the pulse in my throat.

At first glance, she saw the words "Cause of Death." Olivia quickly took them out of the safe. She had barely scanned the first few lines when a cold voice asked, "Have you given up on playing nice? Are you resorting to thievery now?"

in the most beautiful writing she had ever seen. Diego left the class immediately after it ended, his head was banging with an ache from all the long talks. All along, he managed to keep his eyes off Kyra but now he just needed a break from these many odd-looking people, it was making him sick. He walked down the empty hallway, gathering his thoughts in every way possible and rearranging his next move on the prey he had sought for so many years. "Demon Alpha!" He paused abruptly, his face holding a stiff expression as he turned to see who had uttered those words.

There was something about looking at the boy today that gave her mixed feelings. She pulled out her phone and searched for the movie. Lead actors were Benjamin Frost and to her surprise, his son, Benjamin Frost Junior. She scrolled up and saw a news report of a plane crash. She clicked on it and read through. As she did, she realised it was similar to the story Damien once told of how he lost his parents. The article described how the great Benjamin Frost died with his wife, but his son survived. As she reached the end, the last few lines caused her utter confusion.

Annabel closed her eyes and tried to wish what she faced away, but when she opened her eyes, her gaze was still met with the same disturbing spectacle. “No!” “ANNABEL, OPEN THIS DOOR!” Annabel started when she heard her name booming from the nun’s mouth. The woman knew she was here! She knew opening the door was not an option. Come with me. The door came down minutes later with the nun dashing inside accompanied by a group of the locals who she had called for help, only to be met with the priest’s thoroughly stabbed body. Spatters of blood all over the furniture and the ground indicated that there had been some struggle before the priest was killed. The only mystery that remained unsolved wa

The sound cracked the air like a bone snapping. FLASH TO: OLD METRO STATION – NIGHT Someone walked the tracks. Alone. He wore a hood. A black coat. A blade at his side. He passed three bodies. Unbothered. Spray paint dripped down the wall behind him: "S is not the only survivor." BACK TO SAFEHOUSE – WAR ROOM Solene sat. Opened the black notebook. The kill list was down to six names now. But she didn’t cross one off. She added one. A new one.

Now, I understood that love was sharper than any blade, and this cliff would bear silent witness to both the beginning and the end. … As our vacation on Cinnabar Island came to an end, I treated myself to a grand feast. I ordered a lavish spread and uncorked a fine bottle of imported wine—not for the Lowes, but for myself. It was my way of saying goodbye to the life I was leaving behind. Little did I know that bottle would become the catalyst for Olivia's death. It was a gray, overcast day. Yvette looked distant and listless at the table. She drained glass after glass of wine, her eyes growing hazy.

This new test, however, was legally binding and established Daniel as Florence's sole heir. Florence's condition deteriorated further over the next six months. One late autumn evening, a caretaker played a movie for her. When the scene showed a young man speeding on a highway and crashing, Florence suddenly reacted violently. She threw herself from the sixth floor and died instantly. Acting as her late son's widow, Marigold was the one who handled Florence's funeral arrangements. With no surviving parents or children, Florence's death ensured that all her assets, including the share of Chester's estate she had inherited, went entirely to Daniel.

Her voice wavered more and more as she spoke, because Lilith was watching her with thinly veiled contempt. Without a word, Lilith turned on Jasmine's phone and projected the chat history onto the screen for everyone to see. "Some truths must be seen clearly. Jasmine must not die in vain." "What do you mean? Jasmine's death wasn't just organ failure?" Cold sweat formed on Emma's forehead. The screen began scrolling through messages between Emma and Jasmine. [Jasmine, you lost. Your husband and child are mine now.] [Don't think you can disappear and I'll be powerless. I'll take everything from you. Even your treatment spot. I just sweet-talked them a bit and they gave it to me. Just die alread