Death Note Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"Yes." Mr. Owen and Stephen exchanged looks. "Would your girlfriend be Mrs. Alexandria Spencer?" The muscles in my neck tightened. "No. My girlfriend is Miss Alexandria Collins." Stephen opened a folder he'd placed on the table and retrieved a paper. Sliding it across the table, he said, "We wanted you to see this before the detective came in. Would this be the signature of your girlfriend?" I bit the inside of my cheek as I read. Starting at the top, it read:

Long hair, beautiful eyes slightly open, long lashes still seeming to flutter, and a pale V-shaped face spattered with blood… It was clearly a woman. Lena looked at the traffic officer beside her. “Is this the only fatality?” He nodded and explained that this was the owner of the sedan. Everyone else involved was a passenger on the bus, with minor or serious injuries, and they had already been taken to the hospital. Now Lena understood why the officer looked so surprised and curious when she said earlier that she was the deceased’s girlfriend. Because the deceased was a woman—it wasn’t Anthony. Her legs gave out and she slumped to the ground. She wanted to laugh from relief, but facing the p

"Yeah‚ I do. Her name is Julia. She's my girlfriend. Anything else you want to know?" The word hit me like a freight train. Girlfriend. Not a hookup. Not a one-night thing. Girlfriend. "Your GIRLFRIEND?" I screamed‚ and I didn't care that Mom was downstairs‚ didn't care about anything except the fact that my brother had just called the woman who tried to kill me his girlfriend. “YES, SKYE. SHE IS MY GIRLFRIEND!” "Ethan‚ she can’t be your girlfriend! She is my enemy! She is the woman who wants me DEAD! She cornered me at a café four days ago and pressed a blade against my throat! She wants to kill me!"

There was even a note next to it that read, "Saul stepped in as my 'boyfriend' and paid, hence dinner is billed to Ben, my actual boyfriend." This time, I remained silent. I focused the camera on this entry for several minutes. The live chat soon exploded with comments. "Holy shit! The previous entries were already insane. Is she seriously charging her boyfriend for the meals she has with her side piece now?" "No wonder everyone seems to be in a relationship these days. Turns out you're all dating trash like this." "This woman is the worst cheapskate I've ever seen. Do not let her back into the dating game, guys!"

Another girl is lying face down on the bed, naked at the top and in denim shorts at the bottom. Brandon's eyes find mine and his lips set into a straight line. "Is that your girlfriend?" The blue eyed blonde angles her body to the side to get a better look at me. My eyes meet hers and then go back to Brandon who remains silent. "That, my dear sweetheart, is his fiancée." Jonathan says with a bit of slur. The girl who was obviously giving him a blow job chuckles. "Isn't it too soon?" She says and anger simmers inside of me.

David wrapped a hand around my waist, and I didn't revolt against him. " Everyone, this is my girlfriend. I love Jane Chasia. Love, this is my family," He told me with a smile. A petite woman was the first to come up to me. She pecked my cheek, seemingly happy to meet me.

It was rude to intrude on their conversation. Horan beamed. He stood and announced, “This is Zanelle. She is my girlfriend and soon to be my fiancée!” The snail rushed over and slapped Horan across the face. Delton’s eyes widened. That was unexpected, he thought. “I hate listening to that stupid dream of yours!” snarled the snail. Then, she slammed the thick papers on top of the desk. “Complete these before you take another sip of your tea!” Delton gave Horan a side glance with a smirk on his handsome face. Then, he approached the fuming snail.

He looked at me worriedly. "I already said what I needed to say, Nicholai. I love you." I kiss his lips. "I would be honored to be your girlfriend." I stated happily. The moment the words were out my mouth he lifted me and spin me around. He carried me where the other was at. I couldn’t contain my excitement. I Cassandra Nicole Rockwell is the girlfriend of Nicholai Alexander Frankford. "Guys, I'd like you all to know that I now have a girlfriend." He said proudly.

"All I can tell you is... she's either Hunter's deceased girlfriend’s sister... or she's his supposedly deceased girlfriend herself… without memory." My grip tightened on the phone. "What are you talking about? Does Maisie look like Hunter’s deceased girlfriend?” "Hunter didn't tell you?" He asked, his tone a little surprised. "You know he won't!" I snapped sharply. I didn’t intend to, but I had anyway. "Devyne..." "Do you have a picture of what she looked like?" I cut him off. "And tell me about this supposed girlfriend” He inhaled deeply. "It’ll take me a while to get the pictures. But as for who she was... her name was Ariella. Hunter hates when anyone mentions that name in front of him.

“If you must know, she has been spending quite a generous amount of time with your girlfriend.” “For the last time Leo, Anita isn’t my girlfriend.” I grumbled rather irritated at the fact that he kept of referring to one of the girls that clung to me as my girlfriend. “And who said anything about her.” He smirked. “I’m taking about the nerd.” “Lyra, her name is Lyra.” I corrected but he seemed not to care much because all he did was shrug. “She’s not even my girlfriend.” “You gave Marcus a black eye over her.” I taunted. “She’s your girlfriend whether you like it or not, besides, Emi likes her.”