Novel & Cerita Real Death Note Book

He just shook his head and smiled as he recalled how her lips felt like. *No, wait, Lance Kim. What were you thinking?!* He scolded himself. *That was an accident.* He added as he shook all those thoughts away. Patrice, on the other hand, woke up feeling all comfortable. She even hugged the blanket tightly and even smelled it. “This smells different from my bed.” She mumbled as she snuggled herself in the blanket of L’s bed. Just as then, she remembered one thing. “Death Note!” She beamed as she flashed her eyes wide and stood up immediately from the bed.

The thought makes me frantic, but I might not have this opportunity again, so I have to make the most of it. I come across a whole bunch of papers that seem to be contracts with clients and big companies, and all of them are signed under Hector Redburn. I don’t come across the name Evan once. It’s so damn infuriating. But what I do come across is something interesting. It’s a small leather notebook with many addresses and phone numbers, and they’re all handwritten so this has to be his. I page through them, hoping desperately for a clue. I keep looking up at the door as I page through the small book, afraid that someone will walk in.

There is no one there. Giuli comes running in a moment later, breathless, her face ghostly pale. She scoops Sofia into her arms, shushing her, glancing at me with a look of pure, unadulterated terror. “Matteo, what’s happening?” she whispers. I don’t answer. I’m looking at the floor by the window. There, lying in the patch of moonlight, is a small, leather-bound notebook. It’s identical to the one that was stolen months ago. The one I thought was the only copy.

The moment his foot touched the wooden floor. the endless corridor behind him disappeared. Only the room remained. Dust floated gently through the golden light. Everything was silent. Too silent. On the desk rested an ancient notebook bound in black leather. Unlike the White Book... it had no title. Only a single silver symbol burned softly upon its cover. Adrian reached toward it. The notebook opened by itself. Its first page contained only one sentence. Every author forgets who they were... until the final story calls them home. A sudden pain shot through Adrian's head.

"How? They certainly have the advantage." I shook my head. "I remember when I was on the battlefield when everyone died. When the seal collapsed and we had to wage war against the demons, I found a book that recorded these events. I forgot about it since I ignored it before. But I am confident it is Zadimus notebook. You always had it on you when you were on the battlefield like your lucky charm." "It is okay now. Everyone is fine. We will return to them, and everything will be all right."

Not with certainty. It's a possibility. In the evening they went back to Emil's roof room. Between the thousands of pages. Between the name. Between the stories. And there they found something that nobody had noticed before. Back in the shelf. Hidden behind several boxes. An old notebook. Less than the others. Dark green cover. On the front: L. Eagle Elio wrinkled the forehead. “Adler?” Emil died. “Frau Adler.” Aren slowly opened the book. The first page was empty.

He slowly stood up, walked over to the corpse, and looked down from a high position. The shot had hit right between the eyes. Not even a god could have saved him. “Find out the whereabouts of that item without harming her, and do it quickly. Finn probably has suspicions about the authenticity of that notebook by now.” The notebook last time was sent out by Penny, and the man had checked it thoroughly. He deliberately erased all traces to deceive Finn. Hence, Finn still did not know that the notebook was fake. The people at the scene dared not speak. They just slowly nodded their heads.

The sun was totally down and the sky was pale gold in color. He dusted it as they gathered around it, he turned the front cover and saw a name, boldly written in red ink, looks more like blood. *SARAH BELLOS. IN LIBRO DE MORTE* "Whoa!" Elena exclaimed taking the book from him. "It belongs to Sarah?" Laura asked as they stared at each other. "Then Sarah was the one here and the killer was after her" Alex suggested with folded arms as he thought deeply. "Let's get out of here, I don't like this fog and these crows, seems creepy to me. And hell, it's getting dark" Peter said as he stared at how foggy the graveyard was getting and they agreed to what he said observing the fog and the crow too.

It looked small on the outside, but once you got in, it was like there was no end to it. ‘What’s this?’ I whispered into the dark, pointing my flashlights at it. The power had gone out about twenty minutes ago, ever since the storm started, leaving me to the safety of candlelight and my phone, which was already on five per cent. Great. I pulled aside the small black book, which looked both old and worn, with careful hands. With a frown, I flipped open the first page to see beautiful handwriting. ‘To whoever finds this, know that my death was not an accident….it was planned.’

Ren muttered before lifting the lid of the box, and spotting only two items within it – a black leather-bound book that seemed to be a journal of some sort, as well as a white envelope sitting atop the book. Frowning, Ren took those two items out before waving goodbye to Mizuki, and leaving the bar. The bell tinkled somewhere in the bar as the door closed behind Ren, and he opened the book. A small note slipped out and fluttered to the ground, which caused Ren to pause in his tracks. Bending down to pick up the note, Ren recognised Yuri’s writing on it immediately. He smoothed the note over, and read it quickly. Ren, I’ve finally finished my story.