Death Note Potato Chips Novels & Stories

A black smoke engulfed the space on the chair beside Death Note and Jackson appeared with a silver coloured Device wrapped around his head and his entire body bounded in chains. "This is him. Where is my cargo?" Death Note asked. Sarraphina snapped her fingers and a guard walked in with a black briefcase. He placed it on the table on between them and walked away. "Check it" She said. Death Note brought the briefcase closer to him and he opened it. In it was a pen. "This is fake" Death Note stated with anger after observing the pen and he broke it after. "What do you expect, you asked for the impossible." Sarraphina replied

"Anyway, I wanna come with you. You might need help carrying the drinks back." "I probably won't have any trouble with that, but alright. Whatever makes you happy." He placed Shiro down and we both went out. Scarlet wasn't wrong when she said that the convenience store was really near. It was practically right next to the apartment complex. When we went inside, Crimson gave me some money and told me to meet him outside after buying some chips. I don't know why, but I guess it really isn't that important. To be honest, I didn't know there were so many strange flavors of chips. Who would even eat ketchup flavored ones? That sounds disgusting. I say that, but I'm sure someone out there has it a

that by the way -still looked like she just dipped her head right in and out of a dumpster-. "Right before I forget!" He bent his arms a little under the side of his chair and picked up a white take away nylon bag that he'd kept carefully on the ground and un-raped it, pulling out two packs of tortilla chips, the one with extra cheese toping that tasted like it had been overdosed with excess salt. The exact one Ming loved, "I was going to get you a full breakfast meal, but well... I was hoping I would be able to take you out to eat properly the moment we get out of here."

“Well, I’ve got this Frito Lay Potato Chips!… Will this work?” “Sour Cream and Onion?! They’re my favorite!… Okay, I’ll go get a bowl… I mean, may I?” she asked already on her way to getting one. “Help yourself.” He can’t seem to say no to this girl - this pretty girl! He had never brought anyone into his apartment in a long time and he couldn’t deny how much he was enjoying her company. Herbie poured the whole bag of chips into the bowl and put on the television. They were not really watching, they just liked hearing sounds other than their voices.

“I only need you to lend me one chip.” Don asked, “How much?” I smiled faintly. “Just… one dollar.” I immediately felt every gaze in the casino snap toward me at once. Alessandro Moretti looked at me for a long moment. “As you wish.” The casino doors opened. Four bodyguards walked in. One of them carried a single one-dollar chip in his hand. Lucien looked at the chip and burst out laughing. I reached out and took it. But in the next second— Lucien suddenly grabbed it from my hand.

she sensed the invisible sparks in the air. "What are you doing here? i said don't disturb me while i'm working" Liam's tone became cold. "You've been holed up here all day long. You must be hungry" Charlotte came closer. "I.." Liam made to speak, but Charlotte beat him to it. "I brought you potato chips and rosavelt dippings. I heard they're your favourites" Charlotte cheerfully unwrapped the snacks. Liam stared calmly at them, before glaring at Charlotte. "Did i ever complain of hunger? why do you care?"

He let him go after a while then he got up walking away. Yenn still hasn’t come back on his mind , touching his lips dazed. Then he gasped and sit up “Oh fuck!” he covered his face with his arm then looked at the chips on the edge of the counter. “Damn you potato chips!” he glared at it realizing that because of a snack he have to be like this. Morning came after that day, everything was peaceful and relaxing on the terrace as the others were busy minding their own business although the main point of their life together is—

"What did you do?!" I lazily pulled a bag of potato chips from my purse and tore it open. Crunch. The crisp sound rang sharply in the quiet room. I chewed slowly, flashing Karen a smile. "See? Eat junk food, and your skin suffers."

But if I'm dead. Mitch... My beautiful green-eyed Mitch. So alive. So energetic. So full of courage. So vital. Vitale ... Stay alive... So, eat the fucking potato... I prise it out from its bed of sludge and slime with a slight sucking sound. It's small; perhaps half the size of my fist. On the other hand, adhered muck aside, it seems sound; firm, mid-brown, no sprouts or green parts. I have a vague idea that I've read that green potatoes are unsafe to eat.

he replied as he pointed at the kitchen. "Thanks" I headed to the kitchen and found a plate of food filled with my favorite baked foods. There was potato pie, green banana pie, potato salad, and baked chicken. I took a glass of apple juice from the refrigerator and went to sit with Leornado who was now watching the television. The news popped up as I started munching on the potato salad. Leonardo and I made eye contact as the murder scenes popped up on television. I stared intensively at what I did and it slowly made me sick that I didn't feel like eating anymore.