Any Note Novels & Stories

Lucas retrieved the crumpled note from his pocket, smoothing out the creases with his fingers. The worn paper revealed a detailed image of a building painted in vivid blue and white. He squinted at it, eyebrows knitting together. "Why would anyone paint on a dollar note?" he muttered, the confusion clear in his voice.

“What? What’s wrong?” Alessio held the note in front of him. Noa’s face drained. “Alessio…” he whispered. Alessio tightened his grip. “We’re not done yet.”

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"I need you to take meticulous notes during this meeting. Every detail is crucial." May nodded, retrieving her notebook and pen from her bag. As the meeting commenced, she diligently transcribed the discussion, her focus laser-locked on the complex financial jargon and strategic negotiations unfolding around her. The potential client, a stern-faced woman named Ms. Eleanor Vance, was a formidable negotiator, and James was clearly pulling out all the stops to secure the deal. However, as the meeting progressed, May couldn't help but notice an anomaly. James's phone vibrated incessantly, displaying messages from an unknown number. A jolt of recognition shot through her as she realized that the

It's a typed note using the Montserrat font. ‎ ‎However it's not the font that makes a chill run through my spine, it's the message. ‎ ‎Next time, it could be you. ‎ ‎ ‎

v. I turn to look at everyone who all still have their eyes glued to the t.v., everyone seems to be taking this way too seriously, its miles away so it doesn't exactly affect us, I smile to myself, what this lot need is a good show, I look to Acre beside me and notice he's already watching me with a twinkle in his eyes "what you thinking bro?" he mind links me "I think they are taking this way too seriously" "my thoughts exactly, what you got in mind?"

I stare at it, deciding whether I should pick it up or run from the room when the door cracks open. “What?” I shriek, leaping to my feet. Ariah peeks in through the doorway, her brows raised. “Uh… Did I interrupt something?” “No, sorry.” My cheeks flush from my sudden outburst. I smooth the front of my shirt with shaking hands, forcing a smile. “I’m just jumpy. Sorry.” The corners of her lips tip up. “Let me guess, you’re still paranoid about the dead girl?” “I guess.” I peer down at the note, only to discover the words have disappeared. I rotate it inside my palm a few times, examining it from different angles. Maybe it was a trick of the light? Yet…

On the third day after I reunite with my pack, my family corners me in the mansion's living room. My adopted sister, Mia Ashford, holds several notes in her hand while sobbing her eyes out. "Layla, I know you hate me, but you're driving me insane with your death threats!" Every single note is covered in curses written in red. "Go to hell, you thief! You stole Mom and Dad away from me." Noah Ashford leaps to his feet and hurls the notes at my face. "Apologize!" he roars. "You think you can bully Mia just because you're my sister?" Mom embraces Mia, trying to comfort her. Dad, as the Alpha of the pack, finally speaks. "If you don't write a 1,000-word apology letter to Mia today and

And there was a note. It was folded in half, tucked beneath the edge of the plate, and I reached for it with fingers that were still shaking from the cold of the night before. The paper was thick and expensive, the kind of paper that cost more than most people earned in a month, and the handwriting on it was messy, almost illegible, like the person who had written it had been in a hurry, or nervous, or both. There was only one word written on it. "Stay."

I save it to three different locations. I forward it to my editor with a note that says: FYI. Not stopping. Then I open the draft and I keep writing.