Death Note Notebook Rules Novels & Stories

Rose said, smiling. She gave us each a spiral notebook and a pen as Mike didn't have a board nor markers in his house. Rose prepared a few questions with answers about herself. She gave a copy to Mike so that John couldn't say that we cheated. John and I were ready with our books and pens, sitting on different couches. Rose was standing before us with her questions. "Let me tell you the rules. You guys need to write down the answers in the notebooks. Don't show me the answers until I ask you to. You guys will have thirty seconds for each question. If you don't know the answer, leave the page blank.

"I don't have a Bible." A sly smirk pulls at his lips. "Naughty girl," he whispers. "Now, let's go through my rules," he grabs a notebook off my end table. The cover of it displaying a middle finger, and he flips it to a blank page. Using his teeth, he pulls the cap off the pen. "What about my rules," I ask, not entirely sure what my rules would consist of, but I should have rules. I need rules. Damn, I have to come up with some rules.

"Who?" "I can't say yet. Not without proof." He put the USB away. Locked it. Then he looked at me. "We need rules." --- "Rules?" "For us," he said. "For this. Because I don't want to lose you to secrets again." He grabbed a notebook. From the library room. The one he made for me in Ch 39. "Okay," he said. "Clause 1: No lying. Even to protect each other." "Clause 2: No business in bed," I added.

Cale suspected he had left something much more dangerous. He touched the notebook on his chest. Anomaly 107: The Blueprint. Fact: The dead are still playing the game. Cale smiled weakly. "Your move, Alex," Cale whispered to the empty room. "Make it count."

God, he was beautiful in the most dangerous way possible. "I still think this is a bad idea," I whispered, the air catching in my throat. "It probably is," he agreed. "But when has that ever stopped you from chasing what you want?" He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small, leather-bound notebook and flipped it open. "So," he said, looking down at the page like he was about to read me my fate. "Before we start, there are rules." "Rules?" His mouth quirked. "You sound surprised."

“If you have questions, ask now.” “I don’t,” I said. “The rules are clear.” “Good,” he said, closing the journal. “We’ll meet tomorrow.” I returned to my room. At the door the guard reported: “Shift change in half an hour.” I nodded. Inside, fresh water on the table, the notebook in place. I sat and wrote the date, the times, the facts. No embellishment. By the end of the page it was full. I left three lines empty at the bottom for tomorrow; that was the instruction—leave space for additions if something happens at night.

My face burned hot. “Perfect,” he said softly. “You learn fast.” He pushed me gently against the desk and kissed my neck. The small red marks from before still showed on my warm brown skin. I closed my eyes and remembered how good his fingers felt inside me this morning. Stop thinking about that Maya. You have big problems outside this room. He stepped back and opened his drawer. “Here is your new notebook,” he said and gave me a small black book. “Write every rule I give you and write how you feel after I touch you. Bring it to me every evening.”

Behind the card there was a number and Jonathan's initials. I compared the signature and understood that the notebook had been his at some point. That could only be a terrible joke. A very ugly game. But I found myself flipping through the pages, trying to find Suzane's name. Maybe that was Jonathan's Death Note, his little reckoning notebook. But only Hunter was a well-known name for me. All the others were mere whimsical handwriting. I started thinking about the possibilities for that notebook to exist. If it were a list of traitors, then it would make sense for Hunter to be on it.

he said, pointing to the chair across from him. She obeyed, lowering herself onto the chair, her eyes flicking to the notebook. The air was heavy, tense. She could almost hear her heartbeat. Julian slid the notebook across to her. The cover was plain, black, but inside she could see neat writing, his bold strokes filling the pages. “What’s this?” she asked softly. “My rulebook for you,” Julian said simply. His tone left no room for laughter, no room for doubt. Her lips parted slightly. “Rules? AGAIN?”

He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. There were only five rules written in Lu Cheng’s neat, sharp handwriting. RULE #1: You will address me as Gege or Sir in private. RULE #2: You will wear the collar at all times unless I remove it. RULE #3: You will not touch yourself or come without my permission. RULE #3: You will obey my commands immediately and without hesitation. RULE #5: You will not leave the villa grounds.