Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Death Note

"So after we searched through the entire curriculum vitae of Mrs. Nicole, we found a death note that said Mrs. Nicole had died four years ago." "What? You must be kidding." screamed Jessica in disbelief. The woman immediately looked pale as she squeezed the edge of the table firmly to relieve her sudden overwhelming heart. She's been looking for Nicole this far. And she did not accept that Nicole was easily pronounced dead because of a death note. She can't accept that! “We have been searching for several days to find the curriculum vitae of Mrs. Nicole, and then we find the death note in the state archives which have long been kept in the archival vault. Mrs. Nicole was pronounced dead four

Even if he said no Koishi knew it all along that's not gonna happen. 'Is this is the ending I got what I never wished for? will I really forget everything?' “Puff~” Yamaga breath out with his eyes stretching his arms as he finally saved the file. Turning his gaze at the file that is right beside the keyboard then turns his gaze back at the screen. Yamaga clicks over the file he has just saved opening it just to come face to face with the report of Watanabe Takeshi. Making his eyes stop at the cause of death column of his ‘Died due to the fire in his own house due to the gas leakage’

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

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It’s the usual for Yumeko, focusing more on her phone. Suddenly, Nabi pauses, her gaze locked on the cafeteria’s television, where the big news is being displayed. “Ya, is that not your street? It sounded familiar, I thought I’d ask you about it, I wasn’t sure.” I glance at the television screen with the headline, “Unfortunate sudden encounter with Lucifer heirs, found dead and dumped this morning.” On the screen is a picture of dead Nevan, his eyes were plucked out as if to stop him from seeing something, his neck bone broken, so he’s kept in a terrible posture.

--- Ilyra remained awake. --- One final file rested open in front of her. Old. Very old. Almost deleted. --- She turned the last page. Read the final notation. Then froze. --- SUCCESSFUL REINTEGRATION SUBJECT REPORTED NO FURTHER ATTACHMENT DISTRESS --- Beneath it: --- SUBJECT EXPIRED ELEVEN DAYS LATER --- No cause of death. No explanation. No supplemental report. Nothing. --- Just success. Then death. --- Ilyra stared at the page.

They came for me with their number, ready to tear me into pieces, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the final blow. Perhaps this is how I am going to end my life. If I had known, I would have followed my dad's advice when he told me to kill all my emotions before they sent me to an earlier grave. Now take a look at me. I am about to be killed by a girl clone. I can feel their footsteps growing closer. Just when I am sure they are about to strike me, Lucifer's daughter's voice stops them. "That is enough for now."

Not Carter, Yolanda, Nathan, or Randy. I fisted the remote control and smashed it on the television beside the bed. It stopped playing the updates about the mysterious suicidal woman, glitched until it shattered. The news confirmed my death, and they were right. Madelyn is dead.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Cassian and I will go in as ghosts—and come out with their empire aflame. Or so was the plan Until the note arrived. Left on our doorstep late at night. Just a single line, written in blood-red ink: "She's watching. And she's already decided who dies next." I glance at it. And for the first time in days, I felt something colder than revenge. Dread. Cassian finds me still holding the note. "Someone dropped this in," I whisper, handing it to him. He reads it. His jaw clenches. "It's her."