Death Note Christmas Novelas e Histórias

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

Your man’s going to spank your ass later,’ he said in his mind before following them. Demie, on the other hand, was still clinging to Aly's arm as they entered the inside of the venue. Christmas decors on every corner, a large Christmas tree was settled on the side with its bright chirstmas lights and a gold star on the top. And with the christmas song played, people smiling at each other, Demie can really feel the spirit of Christmas. Someone meets them, a man who Demie thinks is the same age as Sandro. "Auntie, Merry Christmas," he greeted the woman and kissed her on the cheek.

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.

Still the perfect phase for necromancy, which flourished in the death of the old moon and the rebirth of the new, a magical tipping point for the delicate work of crossing the line between life, death, and undeath. A line I hadn’t meant to cross tonight. I mean, it was December twenty-third. I wasn’t much for the family holiday bullshit, but even I wouldn’t be crass enough to purposely raise the undead two days before Christmas, not when Nate had gotten so fucking excited about the idea of decorating and cooking and making it a thing. I meant to make hiding upstairs my thing as much as possible, and if anyone suggested I sing, there might be blood. But I could do my small part for goodwill f

Like Akio, Christmas is my favorite time of year, so of course I couldn't resist writing a holiday-themed ending filled with romantic fluff and Christmas decorations and of course Nikolai and Akio had to be the main characters here as I haven’t given them much justice :) … and besides Amir and Alexander have got a precise ending already .. anyways thank you all for sticking with me through and supporting me. —please leave some gems for me—

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

"Don't make my mistake, Maya. Don't take him for granted. He's one of the good ones." After she went upstairs, I sat alone in the living room, the Christmas tree lights twinkling, the bookmark in my hand. My phone buzzed. Derek: "Workshop. Now. Everyone's asleep." I stood up, my heart racing. This was it. Our first real moment alone on Christmas. I grabbed my coat and slipped out the back door into the cold night, the bookmark still clutched in my hand like a talisman. Whatever happened in that workshop tonight, I knew one thing for certain.

"My mom picked out this tie for you. Since we're celebrating a joyous day, do you mind wearing it to the venue later?" Jayson took a glance at the tie. It was a black tie with dark red line patterns. The red stood out well against the dark background. He replied flatly, "I'll have my driver send you there." The corners of Nancy's mouth turned up. "Okay." After Nancy left, Colton entered Jayson's office. "Mr. Larkin, we've postponed the rest of your schedule for the day. What time are you planning to depart for the party venue?" He studied Jayson's expression briefly but did not notice anything out of the ordinary. Hence, Colton decided to not bring up the matter about the death anniversary c

I asked, "Ms. Castillo, can I see Chester?" Eleanor hesitated for a moment before nodding. "The accident was very severe. Mr. Paget's body had to be stitched back together. You should mentally prepare yourself…" She led me to the forensic room, where the air was thick with the acrid tang of disinfectant, the metallic tang of blood, and a nauseating undercurrent of decay that made my stomach churn. On the autopsy table lay Chester, covered in a white sheet. His form was barely recognizable as human. A blood-stained hand protruded from the sheet.