All Death Note Rules Novels & Stories

I wipe my mouth and leaned on the chair, "Since everyone is here, why don't we discussed about my rules? Since this is my house not yours, and not letting any one of you ruled my household." "This is nonsense! This house owned by your mom!" Dad's reaction doesn't surprised me because he always wanted to have this mansion, although mom handed it to me. "First rule, none of you are allowed to harm my wife. If she came to me wounded or harmed by any of you? There will be a punishment. Second rule, if I saw another death note to her room or one of you send her a death threats? I won't hesitate on doing what you wrote on you."

“The one who survives is declared the victor. But they changed that when they changed the win condition. The only reason everyone else died in the past is because of the rules. Everyone had to kill everyone else. That was the only way to win. But that’s not the case now. When they changed the rules, Senna, they changed the outcome. All the new rules state now is that the winner is the first one to touch the spire. They don’t say anything about being the only survivor.” My words landed. Her brow furrowed. “They didn’t update the termination clause,” I continued to explain. “Because they assumed the outcome would be the same. One survivor. They assumed you would all kill each other to get to t

Cold. Then I saw it: a black envelope on the pillow beside me, bearing a crisp silver stamp embossed with the letter D. I slowly sat up, the sheet slipping down my bare chest as I reached for the envelope with cautious fingers. I opened it. Rules. Twenty-seven of them. Each one handwritten in Lucian’s clean, precise script. Each one absurd, possessive, and laced with danger. 1. You will speak only when spoken to in my presence unless instructed otherwise.

Handwritten. He placed it on the glass surface between them. "What is that?" "Rules." His jaw tightened. "For living in my world. For working in my building. For staying alive when Victor decides he wants you more than he wants to hurt me." Aria approached the desk slowly. I looked down at the paper. Seven lines. Seven rules. No explanation for any of them. 1. You will not enter the east wing of this building. 2. You will not work past eight PM.

And she was about to become a player. Without another thought, she tossed the die onto the glass table. It tumbled, the mother-of-pearl pips a blur of white against the dark stone, until it clattered to a stop. The face staring up was a single, stark pip. One. Sensation. Albert’s lips curved into a slow, possessive smile. “Category One. Excellent. A gentle beginning.” He took the die from the table. “The first rule: you do not touch yourself unless directed. The second: you answer all questions honestly. The third: you will thank me for each sensation, whether you find it pleasurable or not. Do you understand the rules, Millie?”

Hidden supply behind the false panel near the loading bay, because first timelines teach a girl things. Food splits into daily, reserve, and absolutely-not-unless-bleeding categories. Medical gets labelled properly on the inside and lied about on the outside. Gerald, the mostly dead plant, remains on top of the filing cabinet. "Morale officer," Maya tells LUS. Plant viability remains critically low. "So does morale. He's relatable." The first rule goes into the notebook. RULES — WAREHOUSE. No lights visible from outside after dusk. No unnecessary noise. No opening doors without camera check. No emotional decisions at entry points. Eat before hungry. Drink before thirsty. Sleep before halluci

“A trap.” Kai cracked his knuckles. “A stylish trap.” Tess clung to Lena again. “I don’t want to go in there.” Elara gently touched her shoulder. “I know.” The screen flashed again. NEW WORLD ACTIVATED RULES WILL BE REVEALED AS YOU PLAY Everyone stared. Then chaos exploded. “What does that mean?!” Noah shouted. “How do we survive without rules?” “That is the rule,” Mira said quietly. “That makes no sense!” “It doesn’t need to.”

“Scared you’ll miss me if we fight and I die?” “I’ll throw your body at the enemy as warning.” “Romantic.” “Practical.” I sighed, already regretting everything but also feeling strangely happy. “If the two of you come with me, there will be rules.” Both of them groaned at the same time. I pointed at them. “Rule one, no killing my people unless I approve it. Rule two, no threatening my commanders during meals. Rule three, no using Alpha aura to win arguments with accountants. Rule four, if either of you starts a fight in my headquarters because someone looked at me too long, I will personally lock you in separate rooms and feed you paperwork until you cry.”

No one has ever gotten nearer to Adrian talk less of standing besides him. “Alright let's begin, you can come over to collect your badge, this will allow you to record your position and the number of flags who collect for your team. And there's no rule for the game apart from you aren't allowed to kill. Killing is highly prohibited. And when you feel like you can't continue then just release some of your mana into the badge and it will take you out immediately.” After the middle age man leisure them about the mission. The students all went to collect the badge. They all felt excited as they could do what ever they wished to do in there. Although killing was prohibited, but they didn't say st

“Yes, my way. Now, listen.” “Okay. All ears.” He lays his back on the couch and placed his legs up above the the couch, folding his arms. His socked feet were almost brushing my body. “Rule number one, this is fake.” “Yeah. I never said it was real.” “Let me finish. I mean fake fake, no romance, no intimacy. No flirting, no touching. Unless handshakes for agreement or formal hugs for filming.” I looked at his face and he was grinning. “What? This isn't funny.”