Death Note Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“If you were his girlfriend, he would’ve introduced you already. But you’re just hiding in here like you’re ashamed! If you’re not his mistress, what are you?” Adela rolled her eyes so hard they almost stuck. “Are you family or something? Layson’s cousin, maybe?” “No,” the girl said quickly. “Then why would he need to ‘report’ who he’s dating to you?” The girl’s face turned tomato-red. “I’m the sister he likes the most. If he had a girlfriend, he’d tell me.” “Ohhh…” Adela drawled, then smiled politely. “Then I guess he doesn’t like you that much, huh? Because he does have a girlfriend. It’s been made public already. G****e it.”

The drunk man flopped down in the chair across from her. "You are drunk again" George said, letting out a groan. Ignoring the older man, the young man stared at Daphne, " well well, if I had known we were having a company as beautiful as her, I would have been here on time" Alex rolled his eyes and placed his arm around Daphne's shoulder, " Collins this is Daphne suarez my girlfriend" Collins looked at alex, " Girlfriend?" He scoffed and belched, " You, you never have a girlfriend, and if you do you will not bring them here"

“Ma`am, what was your relationship with the deceased?” “Her cousin. A close friend too.” “Too close that you knew her boyfriend, right?” “Correct!” “Was the Accused her boyfriend?” “No! He`s even too young to date her.” “Have you ever seen them together by any chance?” “No. The Accused`s face is new to me.” “No further questions, my lord.” “A close friend, you say. Were you with her the night she died?” “No, she said she was going to her boyfriend.” “And she died on his hands. Her boyfriend`s hands.”

She’s sobbing, desperate with her pleas, and I recognize her as Renee Walter - the girlfriend of Greg. “Apparently, Dane has been sleeping with her for a month. Greg just found out.” The girl beside me whispers to her friend, snorting their disgust, and both lean over the rail as the crowd moves again. The two boys and half the spectators disappear under the balcony we’re overhanging on, and all up here lean over further to see. My heart stops mid-beat, a moment of sheer anger mixed with a spiking bump into my stomach at their words. A sickening feeling comes up to strangle me that I can’t explain, and I’m dazed and unfocused for a second.

Bruno and Helena turned towards the owner of the voice, who was with Jonathan. The girl couldn't be older than twenty, very slim, and wearing a long-sleeved dress that didn't suit the heat of that night. Jonathan hurriedly pulled out a chair for her, almost in desperation. She stared at Bruno and Helena as if expecting something to be said. "Helena, this is Raquel," Bruno introduced, pointing to the girl. "Jonathan's girlfriend." "Fiancée," the girl corrected, looking at Bruno seriously. Then she turned to Helena. "And you're the famous Helena."

It was a known fact that Melody Shaw, the school belle, only dated people for three months. Yet, she went out with me for nine months. Everyone said that it was proof that I was her true love. However, a viral post in the forums said that her true love, Mike Clint, had returned and that she would ditch me for him soon enough. I thought it was a joke and wanted to show it to her, but she turned to her side and pulled away from me, pretending to be asleep. I thought she was upset that a girl gave me her number, but I needed her contact information for my report. So, I pulled her into my embrace like nothing was out of the ordinary. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were sealed shut. My h

"Who do you people think you are? My boyfriend runs Sinclair Group. You lay a hand on me, you're going to—" "Runs Sinclair Group?" Wesley cut her off. He glanced at me, then back. "Then tell me. What's the name of the man who runs Sinclair Group?" She didn't even hesitate. "Justin Sutter!" The whole legal team went still. Not laughing. Just stuck on the kind of pause that happens when you hear something so absurd your brain refuses to process it. Wesley actually blinked twice. He turned to Justin, hunched in the corner. Looked him over.

" I'd been full of enthusiasm just moments ago, but now her relentless blows left me reeling. I couldn't understand it at all. Why was my girlfriend—who'd been so tender and affectionate with me last night—suddenly hurling such vicious words at me? And she was the one who pursued me first. Why was I suddenly the one who pestered her endlessly? "You wanted me to say it to your face, right? Well, now I've made it very clear. Please leave my house." Her icy voice snapped me out of my thoughts. As I looked at her cold, resolute expression, all my lingering feelings for her dissipated. Seeing the neighbors watching, my heart sank to rock bottom. "Okay. I'll go and never bother you again. Just giv

If she wanted to enjoy breakfast with someone, she wished it could be Dylan or Mike. Or Dylan and Mike. “So you’re telling me Dylan brought you flowers, it turns out the girlfriend in the pictures is dead, and you fucked him. On your desk. At work. In the Beige Room of Pain.” “No, see it wasn’t really like that—what? Beige room of what?”

When I was busy with my dress, Lane and her girlfriend stormed into the restroom, they kissed each other’s mouths passionately as they reached the restroom. “Shit you must be kidding me” I sighed as looking at them through the restroom sink mirror. Her girlfriend was definitely high because if she didn’t, that girl surely would have run when Lane sucked the blood on her neck; but instead of running, it turned the girl on. And things had gone too far when I realized Lane almost drained that girl’s blood, I hurriedly run toward them and separate the two of them, the girl’s limp body fell onto the floor, her face planting to the ground right away.