روايات وقصص ضمن L From Death Note

Elias let out a sharp, breathless gasp from behind Kaden, his silver eyes spinning with a frantic light as he fell onto his side, his hands trembling violently as he tried to block out the terminal execution note of the engine. Laila didn't drop to her knees. She stepped forward onto the vibrating steel grate, her obsidian-rimmed eyes locking onto Masamune’s smoking sockets. Her internal furnace was humming with the integrated frequency of the three European Hearts, her skin cold despite the forty-degree heat of the vault, the silver runic lines on her knuckles glowing with a blinding white radiation that cast long, sharp shadows against the basalt walls. She told Masamune that she had alrea

Assets = people. Then, on the circled page, two lines. Jin Kwon — reacted to DECAY as a charge, not a rumor. Classified by Marcus on sight. Marcus asked: what lab. And under it: LUS narrates the dead freely. Goes silent only on the living. Torres. Jin. She underlines the last one. The room is colder after she writes it. Outside, the base keeps being alive. A door eases shut. VIBE murmurs. The gate holds in the dark.

Louis to tremble while Kelly looked like she had seen a ghost. "W-we are s-sorry, s-sir." Mr. Louis stuttered, scratching the back of his neck in the process as he refused to raise his head up. "Shut that trap. Sorry isn't going to cut it for my daughter-in-law, who almost got killed under your own roof." Don Luciano bellowed and I rolled my eyes, trying to figure out if he was putting on a show to make people think he cared about me. But he didn't do that when Ria died, he was so fucking nonchalant, and yet, I was almost killed, and he was terrorizing these people.

The leader sighs and points the gun at Clara next. I rush forward on my knees fighting against the chains that held me. "No, wait.. you said, you can't..." Another shot. Another body. I can’t breathe. The world tilts and the walls crashed in. The shadows shifted and the cold cell fades away warping into something else. Elijah. At first he was smiling then his golden eyes darken as he steps forward with Clara’s body on his hands. "You let them die," he whispers. "No..." "You did this."

The final item placed carefully on the table caught her attention: a sleek, high-end cellphone, its design elegant and cutting-edge. Lune stood there, motionless, watching as the staff quietly exited the room, leaving her alone with the overwhelming display of wealth. The sight of the cellphone made her heart sink a little. It wasn’t just a gift—it felt like something more, as if Arlo was trying to buy her comfort, or maybe even her silence, after learning how she disliked feeling trapped.

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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

My soul floated above the room as I watched the scene unfold. Vincent's shoulders were shaking hard. He let out a sound like a wounded animal. Even his wolf was crying over the death of its Luna. I didn't know how long had passed before Vivian's voice broke the silence from the doorway. "Do you even want to know how she died?" Vincent lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, like they were about to bleed. Vivian walked in holding a sheet of paper. It was a healer's report.

u look like death warmed over in practice pics **Lennon** (10:43 PM): fuck u **Archer** (10:43 PM): love u too. text if u need bail money or a getaway driver **Lennon** (10:44 PM): noted He dropped the phone on the comforter and scrubbed his face again. Then, on impulse, he swiped to the folder buried three screens deep—the one labeled “Calculus Notes” that contained exactly zero calculus notes. Velvet Heat. He hadn’t deleted it.

A broken ornament means a broken woman. A broken woman means a broken king. Lucien reaches for the note tucked beneath the silk. One sentence. Written in Japanese calligraphy, the strokes elegant and merciless: 「執着は死だ。」 Obsession is death. Lucien reads it twice. His knuckles go white around the paper. Damien swallows hard. “They know about her.” “They think she weakens me.” Lucien’s voice is quiet, too quiet — the kind of calm that precedes bloodshed. “They’re testing boundaries.”