Pictures Of L From Death Note Novels & Stories

She had learned well from Asher. “I’ll make sure everyone knows what you really are! You and your father are the same! Both of you are disgraceful, and—” “And this isn’t disgraceful?” Liz raised her phone again, showing an image on the screen. Lana gasped and covered her mouth. Liz was showing a photo of herself—completely nude. It wasn’t fake; Lana recognized the pose and the background. It was definitely her, but that picture was never supposed to be seen. It was stored safely on her phone.

The two gems represent Lelouch and Daniela. “Now, shall we head out to meet the Shrine Maiden?” "Alright!”

My eyes skated over the photos before they darted to Liam's face, "In this way, you will know who exactly to watch out for and it's every single one of them." "All of them?" "Yes." He nodded, "Except for the one with name crossed out with red ink. That means they're dead." I longed to speak. My fingers were clutching the edge of the paper as my eyes landed on the last portrait on the last page. The first thing I noticed was the absence of red ink, which meant the person was still alive and breathing. I really wasn't sure how should I feel about this. The second that black and white portrait of his came into view, I didn't need those hair and eyes to be in color to recognize them.

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.

My body shakes uncontrollably, and I can’t stop the flood of tears as they blur my vision. I lunge forward again, but Dante’s arms lock around me, keeping me from collapsing onto Lucy’s body. “Let me go!” I cry, trying to pull away from him. “There’s a note,” Callum says softly from the corner, picking up a blood-stained piece of paper from the floor. He walks over, and I snatch it from his hand the moment he’s close enough, the blood smearing across my fingers as I unfold it. Files, Lena. You know without faces, they can’t be used.

“You may leave now.” The girl, Lia, nodded quietly without saying anything else. Now Leal feels more awkward than she did with him before. She sat in front of him, rigid and unmoving. Dion placed his suitcase on the table and pulled out photographs. Even though the photograph isn’t new to her, she still faked her expression of disgust. “Gosh, what are those?” Dion frowned at her. “Those are the images of the victim after his brutal death. Are these photos familiar to you, Ms. Horryn?”

“For the way men like Ronan learn how to make other men do their looking. For how many lenses you can hang in a forest before it stops being a forest.” “We can break them,” Lyra said, fierce, like breaking was a poem. “We can,” Vivian said. “And while we break the ones we find, more will be looking.” I pulled the blind’s flap aside with two fingers. Inside, tucked under the thermos, a notebook. Not much on the first pages—numbers that looked like comfort. On the last, a grid drawn with a ruler and a shaking hand. Dots. Circles. A small X near the place where our east line pretends to be a creek. And in the margin, a little eye. Not in ash. Pencil. Practiced.

His hair was sprayed across his face and his eyes closed, feet lifted and rested on the table in front of him. The moonlight seeped in from the open window beside him, casting a blue glow in his face. He looked like a sort of god in that moment. His white shirt unbuttoned to reveal his chiseled abs, a glass of wine in his outstretched hand... His eyes were closed, yet he was very much awake. Luke, being the devil that he was sat in the chair opposite him with his two index fingers pressed together. "You wanna know what happened to the death note left for your little miss wife?" He asked, smile thin.

Did she think that he was forging banknotes? Zuko chuckled. “Your father asked me if I could forge banknotes. I don’t, but I can draw them. I drew this, especially for you.” “For me?” asked Lina. “Mm-hmm.” He gestured and said, “Flip it over.” Lina flipped it over in doubt. The normal banknotes should have the location of the bank printed on the center-right side, but there were two alphabet characters in their place instead—LJ. Lina was confused at first and then stunned. She suddenly looked up. Zuko no longer looked unfathomable and cold like before. There was a strange warmth in his eyes now.

She stopped when she saw a notebook. She picked it up and for some reason, her heart starts beating so fast. When she opened it, she gasped. The first page was filled with hearts and a picture. It was a picture of her and Luther standing beside each other, awkwardly smiling. Luther's smile looked like he was forced to do it so it came out awkward. While Vivs smile was a very genuine and sweet smile. They're wearing a high school uniform. "First picture?" she read the note with the hearts.