Death Note Notebook Rules Novels & Stories

Satisfied she was alone, she reached into the mattress and pulled out a small, plain black notebook. With trembling hands, she flipped it open and began to write frantically, her expression shifting between guilt, longing, and raw fear. When she finally stopped, she closed the notebook with a sigh and carefully slid it back under the mattress, concealing it from sight. Soren’s curiosity ignited instantly. He immediately picked up his phone and called the head of his security team. “Retrieve that notebook from the suite tonight while she’s asleep. Do it quietly and bring it to me.” Two hours later, one of his men delivered the small black notebook in a sealed envelope. Soren waited until he w

He signaled one of his guys who reached into a backpack and brought a sheet of folded paper to him. Without opening the note, he handed it over to her. "Go through it.” He instructed. “I may leave one or two things out, hence the note is better. If you have any questions, feel free to ask." He sat back and casually sipped his water. He absently switched between observing her and messing with his phone as she went through the note. Boma was not too shocked that the note contained the rules he wanted her to follow. He had mentioned it over the phone, so she was somewhat mentally prepared for that. Still, her heartbeat raced with nerves as she took in his rules with her eyes.

"Not necessarily. Time to name it a day." Speaking together along with her regular poker face, Anna extracted an e-book from the pile and confirmed it to Raven. "Dark Notebook -- The Occult Research Club's Activity Report --" The cowl had the ones phrases written in shiny crimson towards a pitch black background -- glaringly as specific from usual cultural golf equipment as night time from the day.

You will not touch yourself sexually without my explicit command. Rule 5: You will undergo a daily inspection. At 8 PM every night, you will present yourself in the living room. You will be naked, on your knees, with your legs spread and your hands behind your head. You will not move or speak until the inspection is complete. Rule 6: You will keep a journal. In it, you will document your daily thoughts, your feelings, your desires, and your fears. You will be completely honest. The journal will be placed on my desk every morning for my review. Any dishonesty will be severely punished.

Thankfully, it is empty. As I look around, I notice it isn’t merely empty; it looks unlived in. “Don’t you have a roommate?” He smiles, but the smile resembles pain, not joy. “Nope.” Everyone has to have a roommate. It’s one of Aton’s rules that no one should be alone. I can only grunt, “Hmm.” I pluck the bottle from his grip, setting it on the table. The photo of me and Timothy kissing flashes in my mind, accusingly, and I push it away.

Painting always helped. flipped the sketchbook open,I pulled out a pencil from my bag and something slid out. A small leather notebook. Dark brown. Worn edges. Definitely not mine. I frowned and picked it up. “Did I buy a diary in my sleep?” I muttered. I opened it. The first page hit me like a punch. CHARLOTTE TILBURY: PRIVATE DO NOT TOUCH. SERIOUSLY. IF YOU’RE READING THIS, PUT IT BACK. My soul evaporated.

"... Ah. Maybe I haven't noticed your presence. I was really spaced out. Sorry." Mace just smiled at her sweetly and took out a black notebook. It has wide pages and it was designed for goths. The sheets were colored into black so it's kind of odd to write them down because the written phrases can't be seen in the eyes because of their pigment. It's like writing for nothing, but this kind of note can be helpful too. Writing down your secrets is possible and safe, the only way to read all the writings is to let luminous shine upon it.

I lower the wall in my mind and wait for another spirit to pass some remarks, but everything remains silent. To think about, those spirits have been silent for a while. This gives me a hint that something else is wrong too — which I don’t know just yet. Shaking my head, I drop the towel and wear the dress and go to sit down on the chair placed on the left corner of the room. With a snap of my fingers, the rules book appears in the air and then drops down on my lap. It has a brown leather cover, bland but interesting. I open the book and turn the pages. One rule is written on each page in golden cursive writing. The pages are yellowish.

I shrug and smile at him as he takes the notebook back. “MY turn.” He says and writes down his rule. “What is it? don’t tell me you now want me to keep you updated about my ever second too.” I tease with a lopsided smile. Aaron chuckles and he notes down one more rule, “I deserved that! But here is it. my two rules. Now you can write the next and final one.” I raise my eyebrows in surprise and take the notebook from him, feeling curious about the rules. “No way! No freaking way. I am not doing this.” I shout and throw the notebook on the table. My eyes are huge with disbelief and the audacity.

With that, she rose abruptly and stated, "Orion's asleep. I shouldn't leave him alone for too long. I'll head back now." … Nick was left alone in the study. His smile faded slightly. His gaze dropped to the scattered documents on the table. Then, a quiet chuckle escaped him. "You've turned me down again," he murmured. Nick walked over to the desk, retrieved a small leather-bound notebook, and opened it. Most of the pages were still blank. On the first two pages, written neatly in red ink, were the numbers "one" and "two". He flipped to the third page and wrote a "three" in the same red ink. Then he closed the notebook, set it aside, and removed his glasses. Leaning back in the chair, he pinc