Death Note Notebook Rules Novels & Stories

"Okay, listen… I want you to be aware that staying here in Atenowa is not that easy as you think, there are rules and guidelines that you should follow." Lady Brume explained. She puts on her eye glasses first before she starts to read to me what is written on a rolled paper. What is surprising is that the letter just spontaneously appears on the paper. My eyes open wide from what I saw. There are so many magical things happening here in Atenowa. "Number one rule….Do not use power unnecessarily." I suddenly thought of Lady Brume number one rule and I remembered the lady with blonde hair, she violated the first rule. "What are the consequences if you violate the rule?" I asked Lady Brume. She

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?”

Heard the pen click again. "Rule one," he said. "No unnecessary touching. I'll keep it. But I'm rewriting the condition." I turned around. He had my list on the counter and was actually crossing things out. With the red pen. In my kitchen. "You don't get to rewrite my—" "New rule one." He held it up. "'No unnecessary touching — unless you initiate.'" He looked at me with those silver eyes like he'd said something perfectly reasonable. "That works for both of us."

Selene, Kael, Valkyrie, Rynese And Zara. The note was in the middle of the room, it looked like a death note. "So..." Rynese began. "Let's discuss the obvious, here." "No." Kael replied immediately. Rynese blinked. "I haven't even said anything yet." "I know." "Then how do you know it's obvious?" He fired back. "Because it's you." Rynese pointed at the note. "What if we use it?" The room went silent, nobody answered him immediately.

“Here you go,” Niko says holding out an old brown book. Like the mafia rules, there’s nothing written on it, no title, or author's name. not even an abstract design. Just a plain book. At least this one seems to be just an old journal not like the other one Niko described to be bound in human flesh, yuck. The original Mafia rules, not the copy I read but still. I still sniff at it a little. Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin.

“Till date collection of all memos and rules and guidelines ever laden by the council.” “You must be kidding me,” Kira groaned as she opened the latest volume and saw today’s memo added there with Dimitri’s sign on it. “How am I going to read through all this?” she muttered. “Every memo is filed in here, every rule is listed. If you want to read their rules first hand, this is it,” Taron sighed and pulled chair for Kira to sit in. “You enjoy this, while I will go and make arrangements.” And he left.

“It shifts the measure of a life.” She looked over at him. “We were never trying to be permanent.” “No,” he agreed. “We were trying to be permeable.” She smiled. “Let it pass through. Let it become.” --- 11:44 PM — Bedroom The notebook rested on her lap. The one they had decided not to include in the official canon. Its cover said: Notes for After. In it were pieces. Questions that they had not solved. Phrases too gentle to be clauses. Such as:

He smirked, finishing his drink and placing the glass aside. “I told you I’d teach you,” he said. “And tonight, we begin.” He took my chin in his hand and tilted my face toward him. “But before I touch you, we establish rules.” I nodded quickly. He walked to a small black cabinet in the corner, pulled out a leather-bound book, and handed it to me. Inside was a list. Rules for Isabella Hart • Obey immediately, unless safeword is used. • Speak only when spoken to during a scene.

he says gently, “but you can’t be done with the results.” A soft click in my ear, like a pen closing. “You’ve always been smart,” he adds. “Smarter than the others. That’s why you survived. But you still forget the rule.” “What rule?” “Evidence belongs to whoever finds it first.” I glance toward the small table by the window where my notebook sits — the one I’ve kept off record, off system, off everything. Pages filled with dates, names, impressions, the small truths I couldn’t afford to speak out loud. He knows about it or he suspects. Or he’s forcing me to panic, because panic makes people sloppy.

He leans closer, looking at me with his gleaming eyes, without breaking eye contact, he gently takes the pen from me. I try not to breathe out heavily as I retreat while clearing my throat. “So.. the first rule you’ve written is.. You want the bathroom to be free from 8:40-9:00. This is some crazy shit. This is high up on your priorities?” I nod aggressively. He laughs. “Cute.” I could feel my cheeks flushing. What the hell was he saying! Hadn’t he read rule number 4! No flirting! If this even counts as flirting. Does it count? I feel like my brain was malfunctioning just from that one comment. It really was hopeless for me.