Death Note Like Manga Novels & Stories

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." I ran my fingers of the spine of each book and then I read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

“Hahaha! This bunch of idiots! They tortured their own comrades to death!” “It’s too beautiful! Look at the lifeless look on his face. It’s so comical, and it’s so satisfying!” “Comparing IQ with the Death Inquisitor? You guys are still far from that! Just wait for your death!” “Why do I feel like all of this was planned by the Death Inquisitor? They seem to have fallen into a trap.” “Who knows? Anyway, my IQ isn’t high enough. I just want to see what happens to them. The more miserable their deaths, the better. Anyway, I’m enjoying watching it now! Give me some gifts!”

“Well, it’s about this guy who finds this notebook on the ground. It turns out that any name he writes in that book that person will die. But it only works if he pictures the person’s face in his mind while he writes it. After he writes the name then he has a few seconds to change the time and manner of death. It’s really good cause the guy vows to only kill the evil people in the world to make it a better place. However, this other guy is trying to figure out who he is and how he keeps killing people. It's like a giant game of cat and mouse.” Huh, that does sound interesting. “Wow, that does sound good.” I agree. Samantha gets up and walks over to her bookcase. She pulls a dvd boxed set and

She doesn’t want to lie but she definitely and absolutely doesn’t want to admit that she is still bothered by it. From: Death Note L Don’t think about it. Sleep now. Good night. See you tomorrow. :) Patrice smiled unconsciously. Just the thought of seeing L tomorrow is making her giddy. *Good night, Death Note.* She thought as she turned the lights off.

Its color was silver. His lock screen was an image from the Japanese anime Death Note; in particular, the genius character Yagami Light and his shinigami (reaper) Ryuk. His wallpaper showed a handsome man in a suit standing in front of a sports car. With the car, Dion would get on famously with her pa, Kate thought, but not so much with the suit. Mr. Lapuz, like majority of Filipino dads, didn’t own a single suit in his wardrobe.

“My offer to sign her name in my Death Note still stands.” Eleonor glanced at her with unhidden curiosity. “What's a death note?” “Something I wish existed outside the fantasy world.” I gave them both a wry smile before shifting my gaze to Eleonor. “And if you want to know the details, I'm sure that Joy will gladly lend you her manga collection.” “Sounds interesting.” Eleonor chuckled.

With that, she is greeted with dread, and the beginning of the contract is different for both of them Lelouch, yet shares the same origin as the originals. DIE, DIE, DIE. The words, yet somewhat a death verse that she suddenly hears and only she could hear at that moment. “Have you seen the latest episode of the fantasy game last night?” With her sweat that started to form on her forehead, and the giggles and excitement of her friends in the process. “BLOOD THAT DRIPS, SOULS THAT ARE NEEDED TO BE COLLECTED. SPILL UNTO THE FLOOR AND TAINT THIS BORING WORLD WITH YOUR SCARLET COLOR.”

Manik asked. “Both.” Alfi said. ’the book on your right hand is a Vanilla Doujin of Snowball and the one on your left hand is an NTR Doujin od Sindoll, right? I like both.” He added. “Oh, so you like both?” Manik put those back to his jacket pockets. ’then you do understand what I meant before, right?” ‘nope, not at all. Can you explain it to me?” ‘sure” Manik clears his throat. ”As you know, life is like a Doujin. If I may ask you something, what genres are contrast, Your Highness?”

The room smelled of stale coffee and the fresh scent of the lavender resting in a vase on the desk. It was an erratic, pulsing anchor. Jessica sat hunched over the mahogany surface, her hands steady despite the frantic tremor in her chest. Before her lay the parchment, partially stolen document, a relic of a different life. It had been passed to her by a man from her former assassin group, a ghost from a past she had spent years trying to bury. He had been a mentor of sorts, the only one who hadn't tried to kill her when she walked away.