Real Death Note Book Novels & Stories

I said, even though my chest was tight. I missed Lucas every second. The only thing holding me together was revenge. Cold, sharp revenge. Sarah McLain was going to pay. Nick nudged something on the bench, trying to lighten the mood. "What’s this? Dark Book?" he asked, laughing a little. I froze. My heart stopped. He was holding it. The black notebook with "Dark Book" scrawled in silver ink. My plans. My revenge. Everything. Without thinking, I lunged for it, yanking it out of his hands.

The study window is dark. The blue notebook is inside. On the desk. Between the law books and the biographies. "Okay," I say. "Okay?" "Yes. I will read it." "Now?" "Now." --- We go inside. Damon walks to the study. He opens the drawer. He takes out the notebook. Blue. Leather. The pages are worn. The spine is cracked. He has read it and reread it and read it again. He hands it to me. His hands are shaking.

"Who are you? And why are you here?" Jericho held his book and looked at it "Do you know what this is ?" He asked as he pointed at the book. "A book that writes the names of those who are about to die?" "It's more than that" He said as he opened the book "This is called an antabulam, or what mortals would call 'A black note' something which God gave me when he made me. He made life, he made fate and then he made Death." Lucus said as he looked at his book.

Tick. Then… The hands spun wildly backward. The air inside the lounge grew suddenly cold. Every light flickered. The second hand stopped exactly at 11:11. The watch clicked open by itself. Inside… Folded impossibly small… Was a note. Adrian unfolded it carefully. Only one sentence was written. “If you healed reality… why am I still dead?” A chill crawled down his spine. Someone was playing a dangerous game. Or… Someone knew a truth he didn’t. Far above the city, storm clouds gathered without warning.

“God, I’m dying.” In the underground library, surrounded by piles of books on the cold floor, I’m sitting leaning against a bookshelf. It’s been three days since we found that notebook. Two days since Lady Starcovesky’s daughter-in-law was swiftly executed by one of Lukas’ people. One day since I’ve slept for longer than an hour.

“ but I must say all I want to say. That why I came at this hour.” The leader then said. “ you can speak.” Sylvia cleared her throat. “ I got a death note at my cottage. It was written in blood and I do not know where it is from. I do not know what I have done to deserve that also...” “ you committed a grave offence.” One of the council chiefs chipped in.

She stared at the long aisles of book shelves arranged right in front of her and she begun to recall the contents of the note. *'You do not seem to be interested in the fact that your husband is hiding something from you. Your life has been threatened yet again, if you do not piece the puzzle together, you might just lose your life entirely. The book... Finish it! Go to the library, aisle four, second shelf, second row, third column. The red book, read that too if you want to know the truth.'* Yes... that was exactly what the first paragraph of that note had said. Aisle four, second shelf, second row, third column, a red book.

Wouldn't that mean he had a kid somewhere? And the skeletons just keep growing. The first compartment is filled with files, cheque books, pens, notepads and other boring stuff. I close it and pull open the next one, and I freeze for a few seconds, red creeping to my cheeks, and my anger temporarily forgotten. There's a book with a very vivid image of what looks to be an orgy on it. Written in bold is the title, The Kama Sutra. There are several different notes attached inside, and as I push it aside, I falls out.

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

He was sleeping. It's not like he would be able to do anything. After that accident, he became useless. He can't even speak. However, he has something that can help me. Someone rather. I opened his safe box and I pulled the leather-bound notebook from Edward’s safe, my fingers trembling as though the book itself radiated the weight of every sin it contained. It was heavier than I remembered, smelling faintly of dust and old ink, Edward never let anyone touch it. The lock on the cover clicked open with a soft snap. I flipped through page after page of cramped handwriting, faded numbers. I quickly found what I was looking for. series of numbers scrawled in a corner. It had one name, just a let