Death Note X Kira

Is it possible to fall in love when you don't know what love is? Turns out it is. Chiara had no idea what love meant, she could not comprehend complex emotions. She had lived her life based on logic and certain principles, until he comes in and the sensible way no longer seem right. Murder came easy to her, it was like breathing, yet she could not kill him. For the first time ever, she could feel and it was all because of him. Feeling was something unexpected and strange, it was something she could not control, yet she wanted it. Nothing would make her give up the feeling, not even him. She was everything he despised, covered up in an alluring beauty. Death surrounded her, it lurked around her and so did he. He ought to stay away from her because she was a psychopath, but he could not. There was something about her that attracted him, pulled him in when he should have been repulsed. He hated her with about the same amount of passion that he loved her. Everything about her made him crazy, but he was ready to be crazy for her.

ดิสนีย์เเละเซอร์เวย์เเอบคบหากันจนเธอตั้งท้อง!!!พวกเขาทั้งสองคนรักกันมาก จนพบกับจุดที่ทั้งสองต้องพังลงด้วยน้ำมือของเเม่เธอ!!!

ก็คนมันชอบ ก็ไอ้ฉลามดุหัวโจกเเห่งอาชีวะคนนี้มันชอบเธอ จะให้ทำยังไง

เขาเป็นผู้ชายเพรียบพร้อมไปหมดทุกเเละเป็นมาเฟียอันดับหนึ่งของประเทศ!!!ไม่มีใครกล้าล้ำเส้นเป็นอันขาด เพราะเขาโหดเหี้ยมที่สุดในบรรดาเมาเฟีย เขาทั้งหล่อ! รวย! เถื่อน! เย็นชา! โหดสุดๆ เเต่ทว่า...เเต่งงานเเล้ว!!! เนื้อหาในเรื่องบางส่วน "ไปไหนมา โทรไปไม่รับอ่านไลน์ไม่ตอบ" ทันทีที่เจอหน้าฉันน้ำเสียงเรียบเย็นที่เปล่งออกจากริมฝีปากหนาจนคนที่ยืนฟังถึงกับขนลุกชัน ในสมองของฉันตอนนี้หาวิธีพูดยังไงก็ได้ที่ทำให้เขาใจเย็นที่สุด เห็นหน้าเขาก็รู้เเล้วว่าสุดจะทนกับคนอย่างฉันอ่า จะตอบยังไงดี ตอบเเบบเดิมก็เเล้วกันฉันเดินไปยืนอยู่ตรงหน้าเขาพร้อมตอบคำถาม "กะก็ไปทำรายงานบ้านเพื่อนหนูไง" ฉันพยามคุมน้ำเสียงให้ปกติที่สุดเเล้วนะเเต่ทำไมมันยังสั่นอยู่ อย่างน้อยๆฉันต้องอ้างทำรายงานก่อนดีกว่าบอกว่าไปผับนิ นี่ฉันคิดดีเเล้วนะทุกคน "ฉันถามเป็นครั้งสุดท้าย ไป..ไหน..มา" เขาพูดเก็บอารมณ์เเบบสุดๆ เเละเน้นคำด้วยน้ำเสียงหนักๆใช่เขารู้เพราะนี้ไม่ใช่ครั้งเเรกที่ฉันเเอบหนีเที่ยว เเต่ก็พลาดอีกตามเคย...

Gemma thought that she was like every other typical seventeen year old girl. Until she moved to the small town of Harbors Landing, and the beast within her was awoken.

When I was dying of silver poisoning, my fiancé Marcus, the Alpha who had promised to never abandon me, now wanted to harvest my healthy kidney for my parents' adopted daughter, Celeste. So I refused the conservative treatment plan. I injected myself with the witch's life potion. The price? In 72 hours, I would die from complete organ failure. In those three days, I gave my private healing center—the one I'd built with my own hands—to Celeste. Mom and Dad beamed with joy. "Good girl, you've finally grown up. You're taking care of your sister now." Marcus wanted to postpone our wedding to care for Celeste. I accepted it calmly. He praised me for finally being understanding. I even gave up my position as the pack's chief healer to Celeste. My parents and Marcus were so excited they planned to throw her a grand celebration ball. They invited every important person with status in the pack to honor her new role. I was just curious about one thing. After I died, would they shed a single tear for me?

When Amorivia fell head over heels in love with the story of The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up (Peter Pan), she became eager to meet him. Thinking Peter Pan would save her like how he saves Wendy, she jumps off from her window. Death should have engulfed her but instead she awoke somewhere familiar.

I was a year old when I tried to get some food from my sister's plate. My parents were so angry that they slapped me, rendering me deaf in my right ear. They also hated me until the day I died. They called me a monster that only knew how to take her sister's things. The day I learn I have a terminal illness, I call Mom and tentatively say, "I'm sick, Mom. The doctor said it's a brain tumor. Can you come to the hospital?" She sneers. "You're better off dead. I hope it happens quickly and that you're not at home when it does. I don't want to touch your body." I know they've always looked forward to my death. But when their wish finally comes true and their birth daughter dies, they lose their minds.

Nikita's curse wasn't something that could simply be fixed, like a broken chair or a shattered vase. It was an immutable part of her, woven into the very fibres of her being. Accepting this truth had been a necessary act of survival, one she had embraced long ago, and she knew that the sooner others accepted it, the better. Cursed at a tender age due to her father's unkindness, Nikita was fated to bring death to anything she touched. This curse was a punishment meant to ensure that her father’s bloodline ended with her. The gravity of her curse revealed its brutality when, at just six years old, she accidentally killed her own mother with a simple touch. As years went by, her father's harsh reign eventually met its end, and Nikita inherited his throne, becoming the leader of her pack. However, at her father's funeral, destiny intervened in the form of Rykor, the son of a man who had so cruelly cursed her. Intrigued by the dark and cold Nikita, Rykor saw more than just the curse that shadowed her existence.

My residential area suddenly catches on fire, and the twins my husband had with his first wife are trapped in the room. This time, I call 911 without hesitation. After informing my husband of the fire, I don't stop him from leaving. In my past life, when the fire broke out, my husband was about to leave on a vacation with his ex-wife and true love. The trip was to a deserted island—it was to make up for past regrets. I ripped his flight ticket to shreds, stopping him from leaving the house. We successfully saved the kids. After the fire, my husband hurried to the island. However, he learned his ex-wife was declared missing after being taken away by a strong wave. He was calm and composed after returning, even being extra caring to me. Three months later, I discovered I was pregnant. I wanted to surprise him, but my vision went blurry. I collapsed on the floor while twitching violently. He stood aside and watched me coldly. Then, he placed a photo of his ex-wife before me. "You've gotten your wish, Caroline. Are you happy now that you've killed Sasha? You can accompany her now! No, you don't deserve that. An evil woman like you only deserves to go to the underworld!" I breathe my last breath as my vision clears, allowing me to see the frostiness in his eyes. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day the fire broke out.