Novel & Cerita Death Note Fan Fiction

How could I possibly kneel before Sophia to apologize? In the final moment before the lethal wolfsbane killed me, my soul drifted free of the flooded dungeon. From struggling so hard, my limbs had been shredded raw by the heavy shackles, crimson blood dissolving into the surrounding ice water. Those hideous venomous snakes coiled around my body, feeding with abandon. The entire dungeon had turned the color of blood—a gruesome, bone-chilling sight. I hovered above, unable to bear even a glance at my own body hanging from the chains.

My death, the concealment of my death from the world, and the perfect hiding for the murderer… "Alright, I get it." She reached out to wipe the tears from her face and returned to the elegant look. "I will remember that." Charles and Derek were relieved to see that. I was watching everything that happened from the side. It did not matter to me. I knew long ago that they did not love me. Even so, why did my heart still hurt? The next day, Susan went to the crematorium alone and collected my ashes. She did not go home directly but went to the orphanage where I was found.

Spark Written by Victor Olusa Episode 23 . . Death Note laid on the roof of a nearby skyscraper with a long range sniper in his hands, his right index finger on the trigger and the other hand supporting the heavy gun. He smirked as he watched through the lens, the way the copy of him got shot on the head by Tom and his body was dragged out. "I knew you will eliminate me" Death Note said and pulled the trigger, and the bullet left the Gun mouth and headed so fast and broke through the glass of the skyscraper and it hit Tom on his side head.

Peterson just wouldn't die. The officer took the phone and began reviewing the messages carefully. As I glanced at the screen, my mind went blank. The tone, the wording, and even the small personal details that only Kathie and I knew—they were all there. But I had never sent any of those messages. They were fabricated. "This is not from me! Officer, this is fake!" I shouted in agitation. Kathie looked at me with a pained, disappointed expression. "Jess, are you still going to deny it at this point? These messages were all sent by you. I even tried to talk you out of it back then, but you wouldn't listen. Now that someone has died, I can't cover for you anymore."

I nod approvingly. I mostly do want to get the fuck out of here, but my heart can’t leave until I know he’s dead. I sigh and strike a match, lighting the whole pack on fire and dropping it inside. His eyes go wide with the realization he’s about to really and truly die. That fear on his face is priceless to me. I never dreamed I’d get this chance. I’ve always assumed I’d be stuck with the memory of him attacking me and never have closure. The fear would plague me for the rest of my life, even now that I have a mate.

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

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

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

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The enemy has been slain. "The black envelope I gave to you was called a death note. There are three types of a cause of death that you will be encountered," he was saying that's while raising his three fingers. He looks cute with that so I had to hold back a smile for him not to notice it while looking at him. Difficult but manageable. I guess, "the first one is the fated death means the human is fated to be death by the time being, in the short game over." he bored explained that somehow I understand. "The next one is the accidental death meaning they are not supposed to die but they have to, in order to balance the human world." This time he makes a serious face. "While the last one was t