L From Death Note Novels & Stories

A black smoke engulfed the space on the chair beside Death Note and Jackson appeared with a silver coloured Device wrapped around his head and his entire body bounded in chains. "This is him. Where is my cargo?" Death Note asked. Sarraphina snapped her fingers and a guard walked in with a black briefcase. He placed it on the table on between them and walked away. "Check it" She said. Death Note brought the briefcase closer to him and he opened it. In it was a pen. "This is fake" Death Note stated with anger after observing the pen and he broke it after. "What do you expect, you asked for the impossible." Sarraphina replied

Kyle then smiles as Yin lets him handle the answer with the words, “A fool? That’s what you are trying to say right? That we made you do the things that shouldn’t be done in the first place, as you feel right now that you are the greatest fool of all.” Stating those words as she is somehow offended and hating the conversation that they are doing right now. Kyle draws a sinister smile as a twisted expression unto his face is mark, as he made sure. “No, and believe me that you are not, Alliah. For everything that happened is all according to plan, right?” Asking Him as He smiles in a twisted and demonic way as possible towards them both. He then clears His throat as He lay His grand plan. “Wel

She said in Chinese. "Don't worry. You're totally dead, no doubt" Lucus said in Chinese as he wrote the date and time of her death into the book. Then, the girl looked at her dead body laying behind her. "Lee Min Wong, Age; 16 years, Cause of death; neck fracture and internal bleeding, died on 18th day of October, 20XX" "Who are you?" She asked. "I'm Lucus, the angel of death" Lucus said with a smile "Shall we go?" He asked as he brought his hand forward.

AKUJI LILITH NAREZZA POV I was drinking water in the kitchen today, when I felt sad because of my father's sudden Call to me through TeleCom (Telepathy Communication) "Lilith, is the princess we suspect in front of you yet?" My father asked... "Uhmmm yes father, I've already faced the prince we suspect is the holder of the Life and Death Hold" Said a female voice of one of my friends... "Keep a close eye on him so we can get more information if Prince Elior Dritan Faro is really the Life And Death Holder"

Her eyes fixed on the glass. Her hands clenched in her pockets. —But of course… All this is Lili’s fault. She really does want me dead. She must be plotting something. I know it. She always knew too much. She took out her cell phone and opened the notes app. She wrote something. She deleted it. She wrote it again. This time it wasn’t a diary. It was a plan. And she underlined three names in capital letters and red: LILI GUILLERMO

There had to be a mistake. There had to be. Then he saw the operative designation. Subject L-13. Luca. No. No. No. His hands began shaking. Nobody spoke. Nobody dared. Damon turned another page. A photograph. A younger Luca. Maybe twelve years old. Thin. Bruised. Cold-eyed. A child. A child holding a weapon. Mission accepted. Mission failed. Reassignment authorized. Return to complete target elimination. Every line felt like a knife. Every word worse than the last.

With notes about their families, their lives, details she'd somehow gathered. "What are you doing?" Luna's voice behind me was sharp, defensive. "I was getting coffee. You left this open." I touched the page gently. "Baby... what is this?" "Nothing. Just notes." She tried to take the notebook, but I held it. "These are the wolves who died. You've written down everything about them." I flipped back, finding more pages. Names from the Omega Settlement attack. Names from smaller skirmishes. Months of careful documentation. "Luna... how long have you been doing this?"

Lia’s POV When I walked into the office that morning, the smell of freshly brewed coffee hit me before I even reached my desk. Then I saw it—sitting right in the middle of my workspace. A sleek black cup. My name written on it in clean, bold handwriting. And beneath it, a small folded note: “Don’t forget to breathe today. — L.H.” Lucien Hayes. For a moment, I just stared at it. My fingers hovered over the note, heart tugging in a way I wasn’t ready to admit.

As we made our way out of the burial chamber and back through the cemetery, all I could think about was those words written in such neat, careful handwriting. Her power becomes my power. Someone out there wanted to cut me open and take what was inside me. Wanted to use my blood to control everyone. And according to that notebook, he was close to figuring out how. That's when I felt my phone buzz. I pulled it out to find dozens of photos. Pages from the notebook, each one clear and easy to read. A text message appeared. Don't tell Alerion. Look at these. Stay safe. -L I looked back to find Lysander leaning against the mausoleum wall, pale and shaky but grinning at me. He'd been taking picture

The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don. --- Lilith I don't like to leave traces. My tracks are always cleared even before I can say Jack. After all that was my charm, clean jobs. I am painting again. This time it is way more darker than my normal paintings. There's a darkness to each stroke. My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, knowing who it is,and why exactly he is calling. "Enjoying your husband's house, Lilith?" I grind my teeth at the wicked sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, father."