Novel & Cerita As Written In The Lewd Notebook

The lock was turned halfway, caught on the inner strike plate, leaving the drawer open by two full inches. Sienna held her breath, staring into the dark gap inside the drawer. A faint scent of smoke and burnt leather drifted up from the shadows. Resting inside, right beneath a stack of harbor manifests, lay a battered black leather notebook with singed edges, its cover stamped in faded ink with the official seal of Sector Four.

She looked at me, once, long and level, and I understood that she had seen it too. Nobody else had stirred. Clara was already leaning over to sign, and Wilmar was fumbling for his pen, humming something tuneless. The lease crossed the table in a ripple of paper. The wolves around us began to argue happily over square footage. The notebook came from my desk drawer, a black hardbound thing I’d bought for lecture notes years ago and never touched. I sat down at the window of my quarters after the room emptied and uncapped a pen. Day 1, I wrote. I didn’t know why, only that numbering felt like rope.

Mom, Mara, Marta, and Liza cry so hard you'd think I'd be leaving forever. Funny right? Dad lifts my suitcase into the boot and carefully packs in my bags and the food Mum made for me. Then he stops. An old leather book has slipped halfway out from under my clothes. I stop breathing. He pulls out the worn brown cover. It has faded gold symbols. The same symbols I copied into my diary. My dad glares at me. "Angel." Lying has never been one of my talents, so I didn't even try. "Please, Dad," I say quietly. "I've had it since I was ten. Just let me take it. Please."

Ava reached into her shoulder bag. She removed an old leather notebook. Its cover was cracked with age. Across the front... In faded gold letters... Were two initials. A.V. Lucien's breath caught. "My father." Ava gently handed him the notebook. "I found it hidden behind a false wall." "In Richard Ashcroft's private office." Silence crashed through the theater. Lucien opened the notebook carefully. The first page contained only one sentence. Written in Adrian Vale's unmistakable handwriting. > If Richard possesses this journal, then I have already failed.

The woman quickly grabbed the notebook she was writing on. "Well, what do we have here. Is this a diary? Or a collection of love letters perhaps?" The woman began to open the notebook and tried to read it. Her friend came in and said, "Aren't you nervous that we might see something in here?" She smiled as she was thinking to embarrass Celestin if they found something in her notebook. "I highly doubt that you can understand what's written in there, so I don't care even a little bit," Celestin spoke seriously and then took out another notebook and wrote.

I know he looks tough and all but he's actually someone with a lot of feelings. My inner demon surges out and i contemplate opening the book. He wants me to give it to Greg, so there can't be anything too intimate in it, right? A piece of paper falls out and i pick it up as it hits the floor. Leander's clean handwriting meets my eyes and i frown. "In ice and in snow, even there we still grow." "What do you have there?" Greg snatches the note from me and horror sets in when his eyes scan it. He chuckles and i raise the book to him.

But the question arises, how do I go to choose , do I take a pen to him to draw on, or speak to it, the notebook might be alive, try to talk it first. "I choose earthly level weirdness." When hearing my words, the notebook seemed to come to life, as if it was entwined with black mist, while also constantly turning over on its own, the temperature in the room also at this time became a few points colder, and finally the notebook still stopped at the first page, at which point the notebook appeared in a different handwriting from the beginning and the same as the robot, this time the handwriting looks like a girl wrote the same, but the content is creepy.

**Caleb's POV** * I showed the notebook I found in High Altar to everyone, but I did not open it for anyone to see the contents. This notebook was definitely left by that special girl. The handwriting was not faded, so it was written just in the last few days. If anyone could tell me what was written in this notebook, that person would be my MATE. **Elizabeth's POV** * While I was making mushroom soup, I realized that I had lost my notebook.

“Is he so very different from what he wrestles with?” I didn’t want to admit to myself that I saw it, because that would mean admitting that I considered myself superior to mortals. Before returning to Mayfair, Salem took me to a black stone building. The sign stated Le Boudoir des Ténèbres in flowery writing, and from the sign hung a red lantern. Between the spiraling black towers and the entirely-red stained-glass windows, Le Boudoir looked more like a church than a brothel, but the red lantern made the establishment’s purpose clear.

They would try to act cool only to embarrass themselves in front of other people. Thinking that they have some kind of power is one sample of their behavior. Haa~ Lynn sighed as he read the notebook just in case he finds something interesting. However, just like its title, it contains a method on how to cultivate or temper one’s body and soul. There are six stages in this cultivation which is quite detailed for a hoax, so Lynn felt impressed with the man’s dedication in creating such an embarrassing notebook. As he turned the last page, a small piece of paper dropped to the ground and noticed that it was a photo.