Romans & histoires Fanfiction Death Note

“ but I must say all I want to say. That why I came at this hour.” The leader then said. “ you can speak.” Sylvia cleared her throat. “ I got a death note at my cottage. It was written in blood and I do not know where it is from. I do not know what I have done to deserve that also...” “ you committed a grave offence.” One of the council chiefs chipped in.

Behind the card there was a number and Jonathan's initials. I compared the signature and understood that the notebook had been his at some point. That could only be a terrible joke. A very ugly game. But I found myself flipping through the pages, trying to find Suzane's name. Maybe that was Jonathan's Death Note, his little reckoning notebook. But only Hunter was a well-known name for me. All the others were mere whimsical handwriting. I started thinking about the possibilities for that notebook to exist. If it were a list of traitors, then it would make sense for Hunter to be on it.

I muttered. “I'll write her name in my Death Note,” she promised. I glanced at her. “I won't stop you.” “What are you two whispering about?” Eleonor squeezed in between us. “We're just planning a murder.” Joy shrugged, and Eleonor's eyes widened. For a moment, I stopped breathing. I couldn't believe Joy said it so casually, but then Eleonor smirked and asked, “And who will be the unlucky victim?” “The blond-haired, half-brained creature in the red dress, standing in front of us,” Joy answered.

the lady left. Camille took the flower and her eyes widened out at the type of flower it was. Chrysanthemum flower. “Isn’t this a funeral flower?! Who—who dare!” Irene yelled out. A letter was between the flower, Camille took it out and read out the words on it, “Rest in death for an Eternity, Camille Guevara.” Camille breathed heavily, the letter slipped away from her hand. Who could have sent a death note? Who—

It was clear he was taking responsibility for his actions, which made it look like a suicide out of guilt, leaving little room for doubt. But if there were truly no doubts, Vance wouldn’t have called her here. She casually placed the suicide note aside and turned to Vance, remaining silent. "Have you finished reading it?" Vance asked nervously, noticing Tatiana's gaze on him. "Yes," Tatiana nodded. "Do you have something to say?” Hearing her words, Vance realized she had noticed something too. "Did you also find it strange? Roman's cause of death is clearly wrist slashing, but the tone of this note becomes increasingly intense towards the end, which doesn’t make sense."

Perhaps she could offer guidance or assistance in our battle against Mavros. As I moved from my closet to retrieve my backpack, an arrow whizzed through the air, narrowly missing me. Someone was attempting to kill me. With trembling hands, I picked up the arrow, noticing a note attached to it. Your father's death was just the beginning, a warning of my reign. I will systematically destroy everyone you hold dear. You will watch as I unravel your world and everything within it. Love, Layton. I crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash can, then used a lighter to set it ablaze.

Line after line of text streamed across my vision. My jaw dropped. Thinking my eyes were deceiving me, I rubbed them hard several times. The comments stayed right where they were, stubbornly refusing to vanish. More warnings continued to flood in. "It's over! Jess is almost home! She's walking straight into the trap!" "Jess, your husband is going to find an excuse to leave you alone with Marianne so he can frame you! Whatever you do, don't go inside!" "At exactly 7:10 pm, Marianne will fall to her death. They're setting you up to shoulder the blame for her murder."

The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion. Before I could even break down, I saw a scene that shattered my heart. My twins ran happily into Sylvia’s arms. They clung to her and called her mother. “My children…my children…” Hearing my broken sobs, Kael laughed softly. “Your children were killed by me on the day they were born. These two are the children Sylvia and I conceived.” He looked down at me from above, a vicious smile appeared on his face. “Sylvia was successfully turned yesterday.You are no longer useful now. So why don’t you die now?”

I asked, because surely I’d heard wrong. “In a river about fifty miles from here,” Cain continued, still not looking at me. “Medical examiner says she walked into sunlight and let it burn her. They found her remains on the riverbank.” I sat down hard in the nearest chair because my legs had stopped working properly. “She killed herself.” “Yeah,” Cain said, finally turning to look at me with this expression I couldn’t read. “She left a note. Asked that it be delivered to Soraya. It just said ‘I’m sorry. This is the only way to make it right.’”

I was about opening my mouth but she beat me at it, with her words. "The person you wanted to report, or the person you filled the form against, is professor Grey right?" It sounded like it was a question, but it seemed like she was sure of it. Not breaking her intense eye contact, I shook my head and it had sighing out were her eyes rolled out. "How could you be this clueless Julianna? you must be fucking kidding me? you have just used your own hands to sign your death note in this school." It was hard for me to figure out if she was just over reacting or it was just the anxiety getting to me.