Novelas y relatos de Death Note

Some middle-aged guy broke into a woman's apartment in the middle of the night, tortured her to death, and then dove off the thirteenth-floor balcony. It was nasty enough to have the whole office buzzing. By dinner time, the police released the names: Julian and Lily. I raised an eyebrow. Nice. Supposed they finally got their 'happily ever after.'

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

Annabel closed her eyes and tried to wish what she faced away, but when she opened her eyes, her gaze was still met with the same disturbing spectacle. “No!” “ANNABEL, OPEN THIS DOOR!” Annabel started when she heard her name booming from the nun’s mouth. The woman knew she was here! She knew opening the door was not an option. Come with me. The door came down minutes later with the nun dashing inside accompanied by a group of the locals who she had called for help, only to be met with the priest’s thoroughly stabbed body. Spatters of blood all over the furniture and the ground indicated that there had been some struggle before the priest was killed. The only mystery that remained unsolved wa

C as the head of the tech department “ “ Apart from these facts, when he was drying up, he was pleading with something, begging it to leave him alone but when I looked around I saw no one, so who was he talking to? “ “ I suspected it was ghost or some otherworldly creature, so I quickly ran away due to fear. After I was able to think properly I decided to start researching, however, this time my focus was on the supernatural, after weeks of researching I was able to get a clue “ “What clue? “ Williams smiled “ Think about it, these deaths could be possible caused by anything or anyone, it could be an organization, a cult or even a single entity but there is a factor been have to look at, the

It was New Year's Day, but instead of spending time with her children, she had to put up here. The next morning, Wayne groggily woke up. When he saw Olivia sleeping on the couch, he felt even more attracted to her. Walking in, Alan whispered something in his ear. When Olivia heard the voices, she opened her eyes and looked at Wayne. "Did I wake you?" Wayne lowered his voice on purpose. "I heard you guys saying that you found something out." "Yes. Undecim released information that the person who's trying to kill you is in Zelotria."

They had just turned on the lights on their phones, but in the next second, the incandescent light above their heads lit up. “F*ck. It’s back on again.” “F*ck. I’ve really had enough of this place.” “Look, the Death Inquisitor has been here before.” Their gazes suddenly became sharp. On the table beside them, there was a black card with five large blood-red words on it. — Death Notice! Subject: Adolf (one-eyed man) Crime: murder Execution Date: May 6, 2021 Executioner: Death Judge — Death Notice! Subject: Warner (bearded man)

"Mort Dmitriv Aslanov is confirmed dead." The news brought her gaze now far off, Sumire was engulfed in darkness and fell on the ground, losing consciousness. "Is this even possible?"

I turn another page and my hands go still. The header is in Italian, neat and unhurried. Authorization code, Palermo operation. Beneath it, a string of numbers and letters that mean nothing to me, and beneath that, a date. Two years ago. The date Lorenzo Armenise was killed. And below the date, in the same careful script, a single word. Target. And the target’s surname is Armenise.

The officer coldly replied, "Cause of death: acute liver failure. She had taken high doses of painkillers. Her organs failed rapidly." "The doctor suspected there might be an external toxin in her system, but she had signed a do-not-treat consent and refused further testing, so it was never confirmed." Marlene stood there, stunned. Suddenly, a memory surfaced. Jasmine had once smiled and asked her, "If I die, would you feel sad?" At the time, she thought Jasmine was being dramatic and even told her she looked fine. That it was probably just inflammation. Even then, Jasmine had been coughing up blood.

was a copy of me with my memories and my thought patterns, he was still a separate entity. If he were just an NPC generated by the game, then after getting blown up, he should reset and respawn in the next loop. But what if, in this death-loop game, he was an actual independent life form? What if he were someone like me, another player bound by the same rules? I rolled out of bed, rushed into the living room, and grabbed my phone from the corner. The whole process of my last death was recorded clearly on it. I watched myself die. Because gasoline vapor was actually more flammable than liquid gas, he actually died before I did. And then, after he died, I was burned alive by the gasoline.