Death Note Christmas Novels & Stories

**Chapter 82 – Mortal Christmas** ** December 24, 2030 – Hot Springs, Arkansas** Christmas morning smells like smoked mici, fresh mămăligă, and pine needles. No rifts. No bosses. Just quiet. I wake up in my childhood bedroom—Remy sprawled beside me, one arm over my waist, braids tickling my shoulder. The crown is quiet, spinning slow and content. The system is silent too—no pings, no alerts.

From there, the three of us entered the house at the same time while Driver Arjo parked the car. Mrs Perelman greeted us in front of the house. After that, we simultaneously went to the dining area and ate there. The whole mansion was filled with noises of our stories, and waves of laughter while eating food that night. It got to the point that we decided to sing on karaoke in the living room for a while. Dance, watch soccer, horse racing and movie marathons. Until we all got tired and fell asleep. However, my sleep was interrupted. When I woke up from lying on the sofa, the wall clock already hit midnight. It was there that the death note spontaneously appeared in my hand. Something I never

He drew a small, silver-handled dagger from his belt—the same dagger that had killed me in Life Three. "It’s not a who, Elowen," he said, his voice turning cold. "It’s the Ninth Life. It’s come to make sure the Tenth doesn't escape." The door didn't break. It simply began to melt, the wood turning into a black, viscous liquid. And stepping through the puddle of rot was a woman. She wore a tattered wedding dress, her throat crushed and her eyes gone. It was me. From the life before. I need honesty

As soon as the voices vanished, I slowly opened my eyes and I was welcomed by a dark room with a window, letting some of the light crawl inside the room. I reminisced about everything as I was sitting alone in this gloomy place whilst staring at Madreign’s bloody flag. Beside me was a black rose. My attention was then stolen by a bird’s cry. As I gazed at it, it flew away. We fought together, but I was the only one left. If I could just bring back the past, I would. I would love us to reunite again and fly a kite on the mountain. Did I make the right judgment? I . . . brought them to death, and people still call me a hero. Maximaze Lativitus Park, the notorious Death Judge of Normous became

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After he had recovered his power of speech and had brought Nocturne to climax, he tackled the subject of the winter holidays. “Is there any chance that you’re less busy over Christmas?” he asked hopefully. “I’ll be free, but I read that more people die at Christmas than any other time of year.” Nocturne grimaced. “This time of the year does produce a longer list of names than usual. Normally I do not mind because it keeps me busy all day and I cannot get tired. Now I find it annoying.” That killed his dreams of a Christmas Day date in his bedroom. Leo pouted.

And soon enough, my favourite line comes. "Don't worry, Hinako. I will be with you until you can ride your own wave." I mutter along with Minato. We reach the climax, and the scene comes where Hinako is standing in front of the building. The announcer announces the Christmas message Minato wrote for Hinako a year ago when they visited for the first time before he died. "Merry christmas Hinako. Let's spend all of the coming Christmas together always, always, ALWAYS AND FOREVERMORE!" I glance at Reed and, I see a single tear escape his eye. He turns to me.

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind I could have had her virginity last night. And probably have Dozer cut my dick off afterwards. Ruining his little girl for her mate, under his roof no less. “I get to go first, I can't help it,” Dozer says, handing his mate a small box. Looking at Hazel by the lit up Christmas tree, now dressed in conservative holiday jammies covered in candy canes … it does something to my heart. She certainly isn’t a Fly, nothing even remotely like it. She is absolutely wife and mate material if I’d ever seen it. But make no mistake, she is a Dennison, she has that edge. I’d spent most of last night dreaming of what her wolf would be like. Meaning Mick did and it was all tha

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.