Light's Death Note Novels & Stories

This man was rude or maybe he had a strict policy he was following but he never attempted building a cordial relationship with other casts and aside from his best friend, Adonia wondered if he had other friends in real life. “Yes sir,” They chorused, and somehow, Adonia felt like they sounded like school children and she wanted to giggle at the thought f all of them in school uniform and hairs in piggy tails with a lunch box or something. “We're shooting the scene where Liam Newton is sitting in silence while checking the scenery outside the window. Claudia McPherson will join him and place her arms around his neck and he'll hold her while they watch the scenery in silence. I don't want any

They had just turned on the lights on their phones, but in the next second, the incandescent light above their heads lit up. “F*ck. It’s back on again.” “F*ck. I’ve really had enough of this place.” “Look, the Death Inquisitor has been here before.” Their gazes suddenly became sharp. On the table beside them, there was a black card with five large blood-red words on it. — Death Notice! Subject: Adolf (one-eyed man) Crime: murder Execution Date: May 6, 2021 Executioner: Death Judge — Death Notice! Subject: Warner (bearded man)

A bright light appear once like lightning to the room, lighting up the dark room before shutting all the light completely. What was left after the light was Rachel who sprawled on the floor— dead.

Taking everything. This was it. This was how I died. Not in glorious battle. Not protecting my mate. But as a monster who brought darkness to people trying to help me. Then I heard her voice. "Darion get down!" Dropped. Hit the floor. Didn't think. Just obeyed. Light exploded overhead. Bright. Pure. Like captured sunlight turned into a weapon. Lena stood at the end of the hallway. Hands raised. Eyes glowing with that same unnatural light. Power radiating off her in waves that made the air shimmer.

Elize asked. 'Who says?' Elize looked at Dark, standing next to Sparrow, holding a card. Dark read the card. 'Raymond de los Santos. Died at two in the morning. Cause of death, head gunshot. ' Dark said. 'You know what to do.' Lucian said. Elize ran as Sparrow fired a series of shots at her. She can avoid the bullets because of Lucian's protection. Elize avoids it because she sees it coming as if it were a slow motion.

"But because... if I killed you, I'm afraid it would dirty my hands." The light in Lucas's eyes extinguished instantly. He collapsed to the floor like a husk drained of its soul, looking exceptionally ridiculous and desolate in the lightning flashes.

"Henry Jefferson's body has already been recovered. The cause of death appears to be snake venom combined with hypothermia. He's been dead for several days. "And by the way, how did Ms. Leighton know about his body's exact location?" Bonnie? How did Bonnie know? Everyone's gaze immediately shifted to her. After taking a deep breath, she didn't answer the question. Instead, with trembling fingers, she turned to the final page of the diary. "There's one last entry. When I finish reading it, you'll understand." [June 27th, 2025.] [The hills are so cold. I've already eaten the last few pieces of chocolate I had left.]

I said in a long litany while holding the debatable series light I had bought earlier. I immediately turned it on and circled it around its tombstone. I also reached for my guitar and immediately took it out of the box and immediately started playing its tune. “We were supposed to be singing inside of our dim light small house. We are happy and goofing together with our small house with just us two,” strumming while saying those words makes my heart missed him more. The whole place started to get darker and my series light was the only light I had and his gravestone.

She's all grace and beauty, not at all like this wild child. "We were going to have you do a simple job, but you disrespected Mr. Lyon, so don't expect any favors now." He shot a look at Tony, who was chomping on a cigar, and jabbed a needle into my arm. Before I could fully wake up, I was hit by a wave of burning heat. As the drug kicked in and my face turned red-hot, they laughed and left, slamming the door behind them. The room went pitch black. I bit down hard, fighting to keep my wits about me.

Thirty thousand tiny renditions of my name, woven into the future we’d dreamed of watching sunsets in Valmont. Now, the love that had once burned so fiercely had been shelved away, and the promises he’d made lay broken. I lifted the canvas from the wrecked frame. Then, methodically, I tore it—48 times—until nothing remained but confetti-sized fragments. And one by one, I let them fall into the trash.