Novel & Cerita Cute L Death Note

“So angry. Nuclear Lulu. I told you that one day you’re going to blow.” “What happened back there?” “Mama always said I was special.” She closed her eyes, looking perfectly and beautifully and horrifyingly dead. Lu held the knife far above her, tracing it over her veins and cheekbones. He mentally took it to her hair, removed her eyes. Loss. He tasted it. He pressed the blade against the pad of his index finger. So sweet. So sharp. His blood filled the line that it left, dripped onto the ground, which devoured it hungrily.

He tried to take her stiff hand, only to find that no matter how hard he squeezed, the hand that had once caressed his face so gently would never hold his again. "Elara, be good." His voice trembled uncontrollably, cracking with a desperate sob. "Stop it. Get up. This joke isn't funny... I mean it. I'm getting angry. You have to get up and comfort me..." The body didn't move. Only the wind lifted a corner of the white sheet, revealing an arm charred black from a silver burn. "Alpha, my condolences." The Rogue beside him seemed unable to watch any longer and said in a low voice, "The priority now is to see to the Luna's final rites. Please sign the confirmation of mate death."

Author's POV Leila looked on in disgust at how happy Elizabeth and Declan were at the news of the Alpha's death. The two of them rejoicing over her almost fall. Her heart feels heavy with worry. Her altercation with Amber over the poisoning of the Luna, made her more suspicious of the fact that Kira might be aware of their plan. Kira's attitude when she and Declan had gone to sympathize with her over the Alpha's death, added to her suspicion. Even though she and Declan had arrived differently, the odd look on Kira's face didn't sway until they were forced to leave.

Leo turned his head in interest when he noticed the dark giant towering above him and grabbed his gloved index finger without hesitation, babbling excitedly. A rare, breathtaking smile transformed the austere face of Draven, his aristocratic features. He leaned down and allowed Leo to grab hold of his glove, gently stroking the little boy’s tiny knuckles with a reverent touch, which made me gasp at the sight of such tenderness.

It’s beneath me to argue with someone who isn’t an intellectual. I decide to leave, but Linda grabs my hand. When I turn around, she pouts at me like a needy puppy. “Are you going somewhere? I just came here! I thought we could hang out.” “Not today.” “Why not?” For the first time, I smile. “I have somewhere to be. There is a person I would like to meet as soon as possible.” And possibly kill - Luna Aurora, I’m coming for you, and the result won’t be pretty. Your blood will be on my hands.

Came a sudden snarky voice. Closing my locker door, I turned my head with a frown. Leaning against the wall next to my locker was Trisha, a smirk gracing her lips. "Hi, to you too." I groaned. Laughing, Trisha pushed a red lollipop into her mouth. Trisha was the embodiment of a bad girl with a weird, sweet, girly personality. With a nose piercing and blue eyes, made to stand out with her dark brown eye shadow and dark purple hair, she was one girl that always stood out amongst us mundane-looking people. "You ready for the field trip at the end of the week?"

Harder. “Who left this?” he demanded. Lucian shook his head. “We don’t know.” Adrian crouched beside the scrapbook, examining the first note without touching it. His calmness wasn’t comforting—it was clinical, the kind of calm that came before a calculated takedown. “He wasn’t supposed to die,” Adrian read aloud, his voice low. “So whoever wrote this thinks the death was deliberate… or premature.” Arian’s little fingers clenched around my shirt.

Ludo’s finger was on delete shaking. “Don’t press that button.” Ludo heard the voice nearer. Ludo slowly turned her head to see who it was. The footsteps got even more closer. “You!” Ludo yelled. “What? The sick girl?” The voice said, surprised. “Don’t kill me,” Ludo’s voice sunk as she slowly fell on her bed fainting. "Sh*t!", Hunter cussed.

His hair was sprayed across his face and his eyes closed, feet lifted and rested on the table in front of him. The moonlight seeped in from the open window beside him, casting a blue glow in his face. He looked like a sort of god in that moment. His white shirt unbuttoned to reveal his chiseled abs, a glass of wine in his outstretched hand... His eyes were closed, yet he was very much awake. Luke, being the devil that he was sat in the chair opposite him with his two index fingers pressed together. "You wanna know what happened to the death note left for your little miss wife?" He asked, smile thin.

“Same.” Leo looked at him. Nathan rolled his eyes instantly. “Don’t make this weird.” Oliver raised a hand. “I also vote not dead.” Everyone stared. Oliver lowered his hand slowly. “Wrong timing?” “Yes,” all three answered. The search continued. Old classrooms. Storage rooms. Unused lockers. Nothing. Then Leo stopped. Something white rested beneath a broken shelf. Folded. Small. Paper crane. He bent. Picked it up. Luna reached them at that exact moment.