Novel & Cerita Reaper Sans

Is this reaper crazy so what is he saying? "I am not a scarped soul, reaper. I am alive, and you cannot take away my life just because you want to. You will be violating nature's law if you will take someone else's soul from a living person!" I am interested in him. He can't take my soul especially and I don't understand his reason.

Something that could never be hidden by the false soul. "Ughhh why me?" Ren grumbled as he woke up from "Slumber" land. Looking around the chamber, he could see a few other "dead" people around. Ambient resources floated around the room for the taking., "Tch, not letting this go to waste. Good old criss-cross applesauce sitting." Placing his hands on his thighs, Ren engaged the Reap System. 'Reap System, do your thing.' Reap System: Collecting Souls, Ion, and Languages. Back to calling me System again? Still mad about the last life-ending the way it did?

A void replaced the pain, but it left a hollow ache. Years passed. I lived as a reaper. Cold. Efficient. Detached. I watched lives end and guided souls to their fates. One gloomy afternoon, I saw my mother's name written in the Death Note. I didn’t flinch.No fear. No sadness. Nothing.... Maybe it’s because I’m no longer human— Just a cold-blooded shell of what I used to be. I reaped my mother’s soul with steady hands. No tears, no hesitation. When it was done, I packed my things and left for Germany— an order from Thanatos.

Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear

“Something adventurous, fun. A once in a lifetime opportunity.” “I’ve missed out on twenty-four years’ worth of life, Tino. Anything could be a once in a lifetime opportunity for me.” The deadpan has the Santora man breaking out in a fit of laughter and he nods, agreeing that it was true. “That’s a good point.” He says. “Kind of sad, but you’re right.” Liviana nods. “Yes, so what am I supposed to put? Just anything I can think of? Oh- Maybe I should look up some ideas.” She decides, already searching through her blankets for her phone.

He pulled back and eyed me. "You've also gotten more devastatingly handsome, I never thought that possible, but here you are killing it," he chuckled and kissed the tip of my nose. I smiled at the man I really loved and wrapped my arms around him as we fell together to the mattress. We were both lost in our deep kissing as our cocks rubbed together. I felt it all and gleamed happily at Rai wanting me to share him completely. "Why didn't you just use a condom, instead of having me change," I asked the Reaper between nibbles on his lips. He smiled and said, "only natural for me, love, so bareback it shall forever be." I eyed him oddly and asked if he thought that was safe.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

Dax hit the ash, rolling violently at eighty miles an hour. "Dax!" I screamed, instinctively hitting my brakes. "Don't stop!" Dax's voice barked over the comms, breathless and full of static. He was already on his feet, sprinting through the ash. "Reaper! Grab my hand!" Reaper, his bike barely coasting at forty miles an hour, steered toward Dax. As he passed, Dax grabbed the heavy steel luggage rack on the back of Reaper's dying bike, vaulting himself onto the pillion seat.

I managed to get a few answered, but not all. "Who is this Hunter you're speaking of?" Jace interrupts. Sienna pauses for a moment before I nod my head. I can tell she's worried about implicating him, but we both know that it wouldn't matter what she said, as it will be next to impossible to capture the infamous Reaper. "You probably know him as the Reaper or El Segador." Sienna confesses. Jace remains stoic. I can tell he's piecing together these details from what he already knows. Instead of commenting, he remains silent, allowing us to continue.