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Death Note ; mgc

CheyenneHood123

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Reads 55
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Parts 4
Time 6m

CheyenneHood123

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"Death Note?" I read out loud as I brushed the cover of the journal.

"Chose your victim." A strong raspy  voice behind me spoke.

"Wh-wha-what?!" I didn't dare turn around, fearing what stood behind me.

"Oh, dear, it's not called a Death Note for nothing, now is it?" Hysterical laughter could be heard all around.All Rights Reserved

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An Anonymous Call by xfabulisaa

I had first regarded it a prank. A wrong number. A mistake. But the calls wouldn't stop. He was bothering me, disturbing me-- as though I was a selected target. As the harassment escalated, I began to imagine things. I feared every corner, was scared of the dark, began to hallucinate things which weren't real. Why? Why me? Why was this man calling me? Who was he? I had suspicions. The possibilities were endless. There was nothing anybody could do. He wouldn't stop-- so I had to take things into my own hands. ~*~ He tracked me down. He plotted to execute me. I managed to escape into the woods and beyond. I discovered his hideout, his base and his scheme. I could expose him. I could reveal his identity to the world, and he would surrender. But I made a mistake. I couldn't change my fate.

The experiment. by shrosz

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

Insomnia (L x OC) by palayepocalypse

"A Death Note? Nice. Who'd be stupid enough to leave this lying around? I mean, it obviously wasn't real, but if I had a notebook like that, I'd be kind of protective of it, not leaving it in a random place like this. A drop of water landed on the cover. I looked up, noticing that dark clouds were rolling across the sky. Ugh. Better call my brother Teru for a ride. I glanced back at the notebook. Sorry to whoever this belonged to. It was mine now! As I picked it up, the world blurred slightly. The notebook flashed white-hot, burning my hand, but I couldn't let go of it. A sensation like I was falling came over me, and I blacked out."

Bittersweet by 5SecondsOfMyDarkness

High school is when it happened. Criminals start to die, and I start to be more careful of what I'm doing. But we all knew about the one who kills them all... Kira.... I don't believe the fact that he's a god like everyone says... What's more weird, other than Kira, is the fact that the top student in school, Light Yagami, wants to befriend me. College life is the next step in my life. After college I want to join the police force, work under cases and such. Kira is still going around, killing people, now starting to kill innocent people. Then, the person who I'm forced to sit with talks to me again... Light.. But I know that knowing Light... Makes me feel uneasy. Especially ever since I passed notes with him in high school. Ever since then, I saw something by his side at all times, a shinigami... Shinigami.. Gods of death... Then there's a notebook I noticed that Light had.. Death note... I think Light is Kira.. But then I meet L, a member of the group who's working on the Kira case, the best detective in Japan, the one person who hides his identity.... Can I tell him..? Can I trust him...? He seems to trust me enough to tell me that he's L. But there are a few things stuck in my head... Why did he offer me to help him? Why does he want me to help at all? Why does he want me by his side? Why does he want me to choose a letter as a name? Especially for broadcasting? L.... You care about me... Don't you? Or... Are you just trying to make me feel welcome..? This was originally going to have a character but then I decided to make it and L x Reader story. Your point of view will be written in first person, this is only because this is my first x reader story. But I hope you enjoy nonetheless. DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from the anime Death Note, and I don't own you and your wonderful selves.

The Shinigami Creator (Death Note Fanfic) by Wandering_Revenant

I've always enjoyed drawing. I even enjoyed making up my friends. But I never thought that my friends would turn out to be the real deal. And I never thought I would be involved in all this mumbo jumbo stuff with L, Kira, and this stuff about death. My name is Ryoko Taizumi and this is my story ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Before the deaths started occurring, before the Death Notes were created, there was one person who made it all real. No one knew her. No even knew she exist. Ryoko Taizumi is a loner and quiet girl who lives in her own fantasy. She didn't have many friends and she hardly got along with anyone. She was picked on as a child as her life got rougher for her. But all that changed when she started creating her own friends. She called them Shinigami...

Loving You by Sasuke405

"It's going to be ok... I will never..." I closed my eyes and kept saying "Ever hurt...you.." I looked at her eyes and she looked surprised "I would kill myself if I do that to my heart.... The love of my life and my beating heart if you die I die too..."

If Death Note Were an Honest Love Story About Terrible People by Anymaedie

Love is insane. And reckless. You know, like this story.

Just Another Freak Like You [L X Reader] by agirlwithanimeneeds

I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE/ANY OF THE CHARACTERS/ARTWORK. WILL CONTAIN EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. [Y/n] left Whammy's House Orphanage two years previous. After faking the gruesome death that would be hers. She thought nobody would know that she was the up and coming detective [Y/a]. The anonymity of it was just like a Whammy member. After a case in America she gets interested in the famous Kira case, not getting involved until a fateful call is answered and changes everything. "..." "Hello, who is this?" ___ spoke calmly into the phone. [Gasps]

Scarred Love by Wowwiw123

This story is now discontinued, sorry! I have no motivation to continue this book, but I hoped y'all enjoyed it anyways. !WARNING THIS STORY WILL MENTION GORE!

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An Anonymous Call

I had first regarded it a prank. A wrong number. A mistake. But the calls wouldn't stop. He was bothering me, disturbing me-- as though I was a selected target. As the harassment escalated, I began to imagine things. I feared every corner, was scared of the dark, began to hallucinate things which weren't real. Why? Why me? Why was this man calling me? Who was he? I had suspicions. The possibilities were endless. There was nothing anybody could do. He wouldn't stop-- so I had to take things into my own hands. ~*~ He tracked me down. He plotted to execute me. I managed to escape into the woods and beyond. I discovered his hideout, his base and his scheme. I could expose him. I could reveal his identity to the world, and he would surrender. But I made a mistake. I couldn't change my fate.