Novel & Cerita Death Note Christmas

I felt my stomach rumble softly and the knot got tighter but it didn't hurt me. Weird. "Here. Read this." He called placing a tablet in my hand. "What's this?" I asked collecting it from him. On the screen was a newspaper report of a man dieing in a car accident. The picture was the picture of the car on fire. The headline read "THREE UNKNOWN MEN DIES AND BURNS TO DEATH IN UNFORTUNATE CAR ACCIDENT A DAY TO CHRISTMAS! Today, Tuesday, 24th December, 1996."

Ava chatted about school with Darla Hale, Uncle Cole's daughter, and Jamie fought over the largest piece of roast venison with Declan Hale, Uncle Cole's son. The Christmas feast covered the entire table. Everything from the roast venison to the mulled wine and the gingerbread house was a reminder of the festive occasion, which celebrated the warmth of being with one's family. They raised their glasses, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. The smiles had already returned to every face. It was as if my disappearance had been nothing more than a small footnote of the night. I hovered by the table, watching them with a hollow feeling in my heart. I was already dead—frozen solid out in the sub-z

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

It was kind of a habit to buy the chips and have Neo and Odette eat from them with either of their arms over my shoulders. "That's not Christmas, you nitwit! That's Halloween! And nobody hunts anyone's soul!" "No, that's Christmas. Why then would he marry Draculaura?" Odette scoffed. I giggled, letting Neo do his own habit; slipping an apple-flavored bubblegum into my mouth. I sucked the juice of the gum off his fingers, unconsciously, by habit. "I don't know, maybe because Draculaura is a fictional character from your favorite cartoon, you know, Monster Bloody High! She's a teenager and her boyfriend is a werewolf!"

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

2 Weeks Later Laila sat curled into the corner of her sofa, a soft cream-colored throw blanket draped across her lap as Laya leaned heavily against her side. The Christmas lights she hadn’t quite found the heart to take down yet glowed softly around the living room, casting warm gold and red reflections across the walls. The tree was gone, the ornaments packed away, but the lights remained—small reminders of a season that had changed more than just the calendar. Her phone, propped up against a candle on the coffee table, rang, vibrating slightly against the wood.

Death says I pout rolling my eyes, "I don't want to go to hell," "Of course you do," he says wrapping his arms around my shoulders before waving to Mika and snapping us back to the Ocean. "Aw look at them," Hera gushes I elbow Death while he's off guard and he immediately lets go of me leaning against the wall, "That was unnecessary," "You do not need to hug me," I reply, although I slightly miss the warmth he provided me "Yeah, okay, let's pretend like you didn't like it," He replies with the rise of an eyebrow

Her mother busied herself in the kitchen, pointedly not asking for help. Ayana found herself alone in the living room, staring at the Christmas tree and wondering how two weeks had already become an eternity. "You shouldn't do that." She spun. Nelson stood in the doorway, his expression dark, conflicted. He'd rolled up his sleeves, exposing corded forearms that had no business being that distracting. "Do what?" "You know exactly what." He stepped closer but stopped short of entering the room, like an invisible line held him back. "Walking around dressed like... looking at me like..."

I growled and he shifted realizing that I was changing before his eyes. "Nice to meet you, Death," he purred and I instantly transformed into my dark inky mass. I watched the reaper try to break forth but Rai resisted and remained himself. I pushed my excited Death back and continued tying him face down to the bed. I pulled off his pants and underwear and bit his ass cheek, making him jump. I spread his legs and tied each of them as well. Rai watched me curiously as I headed back to the cabinet and came back with a medium size butt plug and a lit candle.

A drunken skeleton was passed out on the floor, party hat askew. “There are Christmas lights on its ribs...” Samael shrugged: “I loathe holidays,” then kicked its skull. It clattered awake and ambled off. “That's right. Back to your coffin. The danse macabre is over.” “I'm not her.” “Of course you aren't. I haven't guarded you all your life, watching from afar, waiting for you to bloom. I am not the sly serpent of the fields, and you are not my inspiration.”