Death Note Rem Cosplay

Chanel Danica Suarez, a musically inclined fashion designer is living her dream. Everything she ever wanted is already on her reach. But despite having material things, she still felt emptiness inside especially, when she lost her mother. The piano became her companion which eased her longing and made her feel loved. But when she met Dior Louis Saavedra, the dullness that once filled her life became brighter. Could he be the missing note to her broken piece? Or would he be another reason for her to keep falling apart?

Tennessee is one of the music meccas of the United States. Different musicians were born in this city, but this is not a musical story; it is a scary story or a horrible story.

"Palagi na lang kasi akong nari-reject kapag nagpapasa ako ng libro ko sa Good Nobela at hindi ako pwedeng ma-reject this year. Alam mo namang may usapan kami ng Daddy. Hindi na niya ako pipilitin na mag-masteral kapag may naipasa akong libro. Eh, lagi akong nari-reject dahil nga ang mga sinusulat ko raw ay walang kilig. Kailangan daw mag-focus ako sa nararamdaman ng bida kapag nandyan ang mahal niya." -- Jornaliza Smith Ang nais lang naman ni Jornaliza Smith ay maging sikat na manunulat kaya nagpaturo siya sa bestfriend niyang si Luigi Chances kung paanong maging ‘manyak’. Kahit kasi kahit 23 years old na siya hindi pa siya nakaranas ng first kiss. So, paano pa niya mailalarawan kung paanong umakyat sa ikapitong glorya? On going na ang 'erotic session' nila ni Luigi ng biglang bumukas ang pintuan ng kanyang kuwarto at nakita sila ng kanyang Daddy na saksakan ng konserbatibo. Kaya, wala sa oras na napamartsa si Jornaliza sa harap ng altar. Shucks, ang nais lang niya ay maging sikat na manunulat, paano niya gagampanan ang papel bilang asawa kung wala namang spark sa pagitan nila ni Luigi? Eh, bakit parang may dumadaloy na milyun-milyong boltahe ng kuryente sa kanyang katawan kapag hinahalikan siya ng bestfriend niya?

While I was nine months pregnant, the apple of my husband’s eye moved into our house. Whenever she saw me, she would make a sad face. My husband was sure that I was flaunting my pregnancy to make her angry. “Rachel is frail, and she can’t get pregnant, yet you’re walking around making her upset?! Do I seriously have to teach you a lesson?!” He ordered the bodyguards to lock me in the attic that had not been in use for a long time and told them not to give me food. I pleaded for mercy and told him that the ultrasound scan showed that the twin babies were too big. I told him that the doctor had claimed that I had to be hospitalized while I waited for my delivery. But he laughed as if he had heard the world’s greatest joke. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice. “You’re still three days away from your delivery date! Enough with the pitiful act! Repent while you’re in the attic! This is what you get for making Rachel upset!” The contractions hurt so much that I clenched my fists to the point that my nails broke, but no one unlocked the door to the attic. My piercing screams echoed in the attic for a long time until my whole body was soaked in blood, and one of my babies was stuck between my bloody legs. Three days later, my husband ate his breakfast that was not up to his taste and said, “Have Jane make breakfast for me, then have her apologize to Rachel with a gift. If she’s sincere enough, I’ll send her to the hospital to deliver the babies.” But no one dared go up to the attic because the blood that flowed down from it had already reached the second step of the stairs.

Remi has been chased by death since birth. She has been beaten, broken, and had her heart shattered. But Remi always seems to rise from the ashes. Remi has a secret. One that she fears will cause her to lose the person that matters most to her. Her fated mate, Aiden. Will this secret cause Aiden to turn his back on her? Or will he love her no matter what?

Ninguém sabia que eu era viciada em sexo até o exercício de integração da empresa. Eu tinha esquecido de levar meu remédio para aquela noite e fui colocada em uma barraca com um colega de trabalho homem. Eu estava em lágrimas enquanto chegava ao clímax bem diante dos olhos dele, e agora que não havia mais como voltar atrás, meus impulsos saíram ainda mais do controle…

A blizzard erupted without warning, and the glacial mountains began to collapse. My instinct screamed at me to shift and run, to let my Inner Wolf take over and flee—but it was too late. The storm swept in, laced with a strange silver dust that hung heavy in the air. It was like an invisible chain, binding me tightly, locking away my wolf. Worse still, my strength was nearly gone. As captain of the Silvermoon Patrol, I had been out on the tundra all night. Hours ago, I had fought off a vicious ambush by Rogues, and my body still bore the wounds—deep, bleeding, and far from healed. I could feel it: my wolf energy had been pushed past its limit. Maxin, my Inner Wolf, was silent now, his strength depleted and unresponsive. My limbs were going numb, my body sinking into the snow as the roar of the wind drowned everything else out. But I wasn’t afraid. Because I knew he would come. My boyfriend—the head of the tribe's Search and Rescue Unit—had never failed a mission. I believed with all my heart that he would find me. And yet… he didn’t come himself. He sent a rookie instead, while he went after Daisy, whom he believed had been caught in an avalanche. But Daisy hadn’t been in danger at all. She merely wanted a dramatic way to confess her love to him. Three days later, Xander finally found me, buried deep beneath the frozen layers. He froze at the sight—my body, encased in ice, unmoving. He couldn’t believe it: the fierce, relentless warrior he knew, dead beneath the snow. He reached out to touch me… but the ice cracked. And before he could react, my body slipped into the depths of the glacier, vanishing into the abyss.

My cancer relapses in the middle of the night. I beg my husband to take me to the hospital, but he turns and leaves to be with his true love. Before leaving, he says, "Your acting is getting more believable." All I get in return for a decade of my love is a broken heart. Later, his true love gets in an accident and needs to be operated on. I decide to let go and give them the happy ending they always want, so I donate my heart to her. My husband has always detested me, but he loses his mind after my death.

After my eight-year-old twin sister was kidnapped, my dad became the person who wished for my death more than anyone else in the world. He would always say, "Zachary is an ungrateful brat! A good-for-nothing!" So, when the news of my disappearance reached the school, my dad leads everyone in cheers. He even spreads word of my misdeeds everywhere. "Zachary stole a poor student's tuition fees and even made a false police report accusing the teacher of hitting him!" "That's right! He even helped traffickers kidnap children—his own sister was almost sold by him! I hope he dies soon!" Five years later, my memories are extracted and projected onto a large display screen. And yet my dad, who hates me to the core and wishes for my death, falls to his knees and begs for my forgiveness the moment he learns of my death.

My mother was the most renowned forensic artist, yet she refused to acknowledge me as her daughter. On my eighteenth birthday, I was kidnapped and called her for help. However, my mother replied impatiently, "Today is Angelina's birthday. Just die if you want attention that badly." Later, all the bones in my body were shattered and scattered everywhere. When my mother reconstructed my face from the bones, she lost her mind.