Novel & Cerita As Written In The Lewd Notebook

The kind who had actually done the work instead of performing it for himself or anyone else. She opened the notebook she kept in the middle drawer. The pages flipped easily under her fingers to the one she wanted. Two fifteen in the morning after the premiere, heart still racing from the night, she had written the private version. The honest one with no pretty words or careful editing. Just what she actually wanted for herself, for them, written in her own messy handwriting. She read it slowly, line by line, letting every word settle again. Then she closed the notebook and rested her hand on the cover for a long moment.

"The drink was strong, I don't remember shit. But from her narration... I - I allowed her finger me and to top that, I fucking dry humped on her pussy." Fedora clapped her hand, shouting. "Go girl!!!" "Oh shut up." I glared at her. She suddenly stopped, sitting up right. "It wasn't that bad, was it. You got orgasm I guess?" Fedora whispered lowly. "It doesn't matter if I got orgasm or not, Fedora. If you hadn't taken me to that lesbian strip party or whatever. If I hadn't seen those girls scissoring themselves, enjoying it while I hadn't had good sex in more than 3 months, I wouldn't have done what I did."

His hands were still shaking. "Damian," he said again. It is softer, almost a whisper. I waited. He opened his mouth; his jaw trembled. Then he looked away. "Nothing. Never mind." He walked back to the couch. His footsteps were slow. Heavy. I walked to the table. I pulled out the notebook and opened it to a fresh page. Under the words "Caleb is the pipeline," I wrote new lines. Find the scarred man. Turn him. I closed the notebook and slid it back into my jacket.

Neither wanted to stop. On the eighth day Judith cleaned Jude’s room while he was outside fixing a loose porch rail. She found an old notebook under his pillow. She opened it without thinking. The pages were full of his handwriting. Notes about her. How her mouth looked when she smiled. How her body felt under his hands. Detailed thoughts about what he wanted to do to her next. Filthy and clear. Judith read three pages before her face burned. She put the notebook back and left the room. That night she waited until Jude was in bed. She climbed on top of him with the notebook in her hand. She opened it to one of the pages and read a line out loud. Jude’s eyes went wide. Then he grinned.

“Every trace.” 😱 “The world forgot she ever existed.” ⸻ 🌙 The Notebook Without warning— One notebook fell from a shelf. 📖 Landing at Ilyaan’s feet. Its cover contained only one word. ✨ LYRA ✨ 😱 Aariz looked horrified. “That notebook shouldn’t exist.” 💀 Slowly… Ilyaan opened it. The pages were blank. Completely blank. 🌙 Then words started appearing by themselves. As if someone invisible was writing.

"Yeah, a small book with blank or ruled pages for writing notes, got it?" "Oh that thing, I don't know where it is maybe it is under the table." Is he an idiot? I know he's but how someone can be that much idiot! Uhhhh! "So can you bring it here? I need it." In reply, he just shrugged his shoulder. Looks like I need to bring it by myself. So I got up and went towards the table to find his notebook but when I opened the first drawer I felt disgusted. All the drawers were full of condoms. There were at least dozens of them. What did he do with that much quantity? Eat them? I was just about to close the drawer when he whispered

He paused "have a look this file first" "Coal mining scam" The title of file was enough for him to dripping from sweat. "M..My..Ki.ng" He Stammered. "I think so you don't need to open this file, You have already know what I am talking about" A dark chuckled roar in study. "I want you sign this file" He gave him green file.

Ananas said as he held up the book, showing Gabriel the pages within and making the Lycan prince smile. "Did I write something wrong in that notebook?" "Sure, there were some things I was interested in and couldn't stop laughing when I found some writings about you and women's numbers in the notebook." "You're jealous because I'm popular?" "Me? Of course, I'm very jealous of what happened to you in the past." "What makes you jealous of me in the past, when in the present, I am yours, my Luna?" Gabriel kissed Ananas again. He even kissed not only Ananas' cheek but also her lips.

While there was no one at home, I quickly packed up, but I could not find my passport. I could not find it even after searching through every nook and cranny. But I did find a battered notebook. On the cover were two words. [Leave him.] With trembling fingers, I flipped the notebook open. The edges were yellowing. By the looks of it, these words had been written far earlier than the words at the bottom of the makeup box. There were only a few words on the first page, but the contents were terrifying.

Why would anybody fill an entire notebook with some meaningless gibberish? Leila felt a slight but persistent tingling at the roots of her hair. It occurred to her that the entries in the notebook were encrypted. Leila Weinrich, an Oxford student in ancient civilisations, had an unusual hobby: she was good at solving mysteries. And mysterious things kept happening with her, her friends and acquaintances, with acquaintances of her friends and the friends of her acquaintances. Leila was helping everyone, even when she was not asked to do so, as sarcastic Tom pointed out.