Novel & Cerita Aesthetic L Death Note

Amadeus suddenly voiced and took one of the pictures amongst the pile and placed it in the middle of the table. “Ahh yes, I remember her, although she did not leave an impression with her looks, but she had good proportions and had really nice emotions as if she experienced those pain herself.” “What was her name again?” “Nyx?” “Ahh yes, Shiro Nyx, that's what she said. She looked a lot like Japanese or a mix of Korean?” “She is pretty, but we could work something out with her style,” “She reminded me of a woman from the ’50s, although it suits her, Arah, the protagonist, is a whole new different style.”

Death! Its as if the touched of death imprinted his soul. Marked him that he is next in line of its prey to devour. That tells him to ready himself for the battle he might not win. Soon the fae's body shines brightly in the most beautiful intricate designs that lined its whole appearance. The lines that starts from its forehead through out his arms and its upperbody like a diamonds been drawn perfectly. Its eyes has the contrast of gold and diamond. Very complex yet mesmerising. A draft of perfection. An art of death.

A black smoke engulfed the space on the chair beside Death Note and Jackson appeared with a silver coloured Device wrapped around his head and his entire body bounded in chains. "This is him. Where is my cargo?" Death Note asked. Sarraphina snapped her fingers and a guard walked in with a black briefcase. He placed it on the table on between them and walked away. "Check it" She said. Death Note brought the briefcase closer to him and he opened it. In it was a pen. "This is fake" Death Note stated with anger after observing the pen and he broke it after. "What do you expect, you asked for the impossible." Sarraphina 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

He finally introduced me to Selene, she seemed a bit standoffish each time we were together but she didn't go out of her way to be rude to me. She looked like Jordan Alexander from Gossip Girl 2.0, the shitty new season that was very cringe, regardless of this I still managed to watch it all. "It must be nice to travel so much whilst some of us are working shitty jobs every day," I said after she finished a story about their recent trip to France. Fuck. I looked at Grayson to see if he was thinking about the fact that I still do porn, but his face didn't betray any emotions. We were still to discuss that shit that he said about me doing porn.

It was the gaze of a lethal professional calculating the value of a newly acquired weapon. In Hailey’s mind, the assessment was clear: the girl in front of her was completely different from Dantas, who relied more on raw talent than on an ordinary appearance. Helena, on the other hand, was a visual shock. At first glance, this girl was devastatingly beautiful. She possessed an extraordinary beauty—sharp, seductive, and untamed.

Lestat was not someone ugly or handsome, he was stunning, he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen, even if Marcus was angelically beautiful, Lestat was breathtaking. His skin has an amber tint, and his eyes are golden, but around the iris, near the lens, there is a reddish circle that blends with the gold and instead of having a completely dark pupil, the darkness blends with the red that resembles blood in motion, his eyelashes are long and naturally voluminous, which were now with black eyeliner on the bottom highlighting his eyes even more. The nose descends perfectly symmetrical, the tip more square, then come those plump lips of a nude hue that were glossy as if they were wet a

Grabbing the kuchisake-onna by her broken head he stabs it using his other hand and opens her skull. Taking out something that resembled a brain, he throws away her body and crushes her brain in his palm. “Trash… Did you actually think a child’s body was my max potential? Quite admirable… The way you chose death.” And he walks back into the building. (Back to the present) Ayame and the two enter the building and see sunlight entering the building from cracks in the walls and broken windows. “I… can’t sense anything Aya.” “Senpai we’re still at the front door. Let’s look around a bit.”