Death Note Potato Chips Novels & Stories

"I'm ordering pizza." ‎‎ ‎ "I want Chinese takeout!" ‎‎ ‎ "Get out." ‎

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

“Tiffie, please buy me some potato chips and soft drinks.” “Do not buy it, Estefania. It’s unhealthy. Switch your potato chips with a loaf of bread. I had a sandwich spread inside my bag.” Bobby brought the basket for Tiffie. They began to search for the beverages. Tiffie picked the coldest soda cans while Bobby took at least three water bottles. Then, they went to the potato chips. Tiffie remembered her twin sister’s favorite- potato chips with sour cream flavor. Accidentally, the potato chips landed on the floor instead of the basket. Bobby picked the chips for her and put it inside the basket. Then, he wrapped his arms around her waist. His lips trailed from her lips to her neck. Tiffie c

A light pop escaped into the air as I tore it open. Adeline’s eyes lit up. “I think the same too.” She tilted her body towards me, the pack of chips hanging from her hands that leaned on the armrest between us. Some chips peeked out from the yellow package. “So you eat chips a lot?” “With juice. orange juice." I put some into my mouth. The crunchy sound filled my ears, leaving a satisfying feeling in its wake. The chips crunched to pieces. It was more sweet than salty, and I preferred the salty ones. The vanilla flavor coated my tongue, but a surprising hint of spice lingered afterward. I tilted the package to check its name—I’d never tasted spicy vanilla.

The smell of rich hot chocolate made me smile, especially when he pulled out a can of Pringles potato chips. "This I remembered on my own," he said with a small smile as he handed me the can. I smiled widely and popped the top, dunking a chip into my hot chocolate. Owen laughed at my enthusiasm and grabbed a chip for himself. He dipped it carefully, and stuck it in his mouth. A strange look came over his face. "This is seriously your favorite food?" he said around pieces of the chip still in his mouth. I nodded and dipped another. He swallowed and looked at me as though I might be a little crazy. "You don't like it, do you?" I asked. He shook his head from side to side.

This was better than any tonic - watching the pack unravel from a safe distance. "What's that? Let me take a look! Is it a video call?" Cassius flopped onto the bed, close enough that I could smell the leather of his jacket and the faint spice of his soap. He rummaged in his bag, pulled out a crinkling bag of potato chips, and thrust it toward me. "Here. Fuel for the chaos." No wonder Darren kept him close; Cassius was the kind of guy who'd bring a feast to a funeral and make you laugh through the eulogy.

"Um...mine is a plate of potato chips. Yours is wontons and a dipping sauce." Lee reached for one of her chips and placed it in his mouth. His brow went up. "No, not just potato chips; HOMEMADE potato chips. This place is known for their handmade chips deep fried in duck butter and there should be a shaving of white truffles over it." She gave him an openmouthed look. "Computer research, or are you just that good?" He chuckled. "I research pretty much everything. Try it. It's good." She put a potato chip in her mouth. "Mmm." She chewed, savoring the taste. It was warm from the fryer, crispy yet moist and the duck oil added a hint of flavor that was hard to place. And white truffles? "This is

she faked a cry whimpering along with stuffing her mouth with the chips. Her tongue savoured the tangy taste of tomato flavouring around the baked potato chips. It left behind on her tongue a never ending taste. Valen was though worried on whatever he made her aware of after the first lecture in the corridor, yet she did not stop grazing the baked snack during the late hours of the night.

He picked up a hot towel to wipe his hands and suddenly stared blankly at the empty plate in front of him. "Tonight's dinner is borscht and Russian braised beef..." Charlie whispered as he introduced the exquisitely prepared Russian dishes on the table, one by one. "Charlie, I want 441 Deluxe Instant Noodles!" Frost suddenly looked up, startling the chef, who almost dropped the lid of the braised beef onto the dining table. "441 Deluxe Instant Noodles? Frost, what's 441?" Despite being a chef for most of his life, Charlie had never heard of this popular homemade dish.

Since she was often hungry lately, she ate a lot. Before frying the potatoes, which were still half frozen, Rakia decided to have a warm drink. She made the milk she had been drinking lately. Then she took a medium-sized and rather tall glass jar filled with barbecue-flavored cassava chips and munched on the snack while sitting on the high chair of the granite table with her warm milk. The crunching sound she made as she chewed the chips could be heard in her lonely kitchen, accompanied by her erratic daydreams.