Reaper Sans Novels & Stories

“I hope you like Chardonnay, Lisa.” Natasha handed her a glass filled to the brim with a sparkling, golden liquid. “Sure, I love it,” Lisa replied. That was a lie. Lisa had never had alcohol before and this would actually be her first time. Reapers ate and drank the same food as humans but they were not really particular about what they ate which is why the sanctuary served bland, at times tasteless meals. Food was seen as the fuel that was essential to powering their bodies nothing more. Of course, there were reapers like Pix who liked to try out different things and ate exclusively in the human world, but Lisa didn’t share her friend’s palette. Pix had once tried to get Lisa to try some wh

He stood behind his desk, his eyes pinning me in place. “Explain yourself,” he said, barely raising his voice. I shrugged, leaning against the edge of his desk, my fingers brushing the polished wood. “Nothing to explain, sweetheart. You wanted my soul, I gave it to you. In exchange, I get to take down Malcolm Reece. Step one: gut his inner circle. Richter’s just the start. Plus, I had a personal score to settle with him.” I kept my tone light, but my eyes held his, unflinching. “You didn’t think I’d sit around knitting, did you?”

yours: The ripper After reading, Valeria froze a cry of terror. She was livid and on the verge of nervous shock. She read the mail over and over again, in a vain attempt to avoid confusing reality with nightmare. What kind of murderous maniac did Valeria have to deal with? A ripper? There was no doubt! The first images of the movie "snuff" were eloquent: brutal, gloomy, chilling. Why more denominators? A less sensationalist newspaper than “La Noticia” would have thought that that tabloid film turned out to be an attack against good taste. A closed shot of the film showed the image of the fingers with the victim's fingerprints to verify that it was the same doctor – This was later demonstrat

"So after you use my hard-earned savings to buy things for someone else, I'm not even allowed to be annoyed?" Knowing he was in the wrong, he still muttered stubbornly, "You're so unreasonable." I could not be bothered to argue further and slammed the door shut. Over the next few days, I sold off some worthless possessions—mementos from my previous life that once held meaning. Now they seemed like nothing but cheap junk. I packed them all up and sold them to a scrap dealer for a pittance. That afternoon, while continuing to pack, Sebastian appeared before me holding some money.

He seemed to be wondering if I would have left had I not seen those love notes etched into the coffin. He never thought about what he might have done wrong. "Find her! I want her found, alive or dead!" Adam's voice boomed like it came from the depths of the underworld. "Send out all the Darkshadow trackers, call on every ship at sea, and offer a reward of 1 billion dollars!" Aaron stood still. "The Luna left with a broken heart. She even wiped away the pack's mark with a potion. That means she'd rather go through the agony of tearing bones than stay connected to you."

" There was a rare hint of passive-aggressiveness in his voice. Florence ignored him and held her phone out to me. "Look at this! Gets you excited, doesn't it?" she asked enthusiastically. Hayden followed my gaze, and his expression darkened instantly. There was a five-foot-nine-inch-tall man with particularly dazzling eight-pack abs displayed on the screen. "Whoa!" someone exclaimed enviously. "Do you have connections to any more of those quality men?" "Yes, in your dreams," said Florence sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "This is a junior staff member who just came to work with my department. Anna gets dibs."

“I never asked you to. Why would I have a problem with a child that’s not been born?” David sighed audibly. “Now that we have that out of the way,” “What’s your plan?” Tamara softened her voice. “We need to find a way to deal with Marcel,” David smiled. “In that aspect, I have something that can help,” “Well?” Tamara asked impatiently as her eyes scanned David for any clues. David opened his palm and stretched a USB device to her. “Use it wisely,” “What’s in it?” Tamara’s hands shook as they enclosed around the USB.

Her eyes welled when he looked up straight into the camera and tilted his head with a mild smile to sing softly, in his lower octave. And all we really need Is something better than what we’ve done Start a new life, stop waiting for it to come I know that you can change this. But then he shook his head and stopped playing. “Nah, too quiet,” he said. There was a smash cut and the studio version started where he’d left off, at the beginning of the chorus, an avalanche of music that took Silvia and her friends by surprise. There it was, the whole band, No Return playing in their studio at the Miller ranch, and then in the middle of a field, no wires or microphones, just them with their instrume

The agony was unbearable, and I blacked out within seconds. Then a cold, mechanical voice sounded in my ears. "Attention. The system has been activated. Your first task is to make Victoria fall for you. The reward for completing this task is a basic energy shield that blocks zombie attacks. Every dollar you spend on Victoria will be returned to you tenfold." I snapped awake in an instant, and the agony of being torn apart was gone. Fate was kind enough to give me a second chance. I quickly checked the time. There were 20 days left until Christmas. I vaguely remembered that in my past life, the outbreak had happened on Christmas Eve.

"Oh, and Loanne? Before I go... I found a silk robe in the laundry last night. Jasmine-scented. It’s not my size, and it’s definitely not yours.” I watched as her face twisted into a blend of jealousy and panic. She thought they were on the same team. I was revealing that Silas was a man who looked out for himself, and if the brakes failed, she might be the next one to be an "accident" he needed to remove. I left her standing there, breathless and questioning her partner in crime. As I made my way to the garden where the music began, I spotted my father. The priest stood at the altar. Silas had returned to his position, looking sweaty but resolute. He thought if he could just get through the