As Written In The Lewd Notebook Novels & Stories

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.

He looked at what he had written on the first page of the fifteenth notebook. He was glad. End of Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-Nine

I ride. It is obscene. I am bouncing on him in his study chair, tits out, his cum from twice already making every stroke a filthy suck of sound. My clit drags his stomach. I am dripping onto his pants. The chair whispers. The door is still cracked. I can hear plates in the kitchen. I can hear Mom humming. Cole takes the notebook and reads the rest of page three against my ear while I fuck myself on him. “I want to come on his cock with the door open. I want to be a disgusting secret in a house that thinks I am helping with paperwork.”

And this one was undoubtedly one of the most difficult, if not the most difficult. Leo turned her room upside down and again found nothing. Resigned, he leaned his left hand on the door of large, dark brown wardrobe, but soon was overcome with fury, squeezed his right hand into a fist and pounded with all his strength on the wall in front of him. The wallpaper was almost completely ripped off, and you could see the gray bricks, but Leo didn't think about it, he was only awakened by the pain of hitting one of the hard bricks. He grabbed a hand and hissed for a while. When the pain eased, it was only then that Leo looked back at the wall and saw that one of the bricks - probably the one he had

“Hah! None of the men I know are particularly enticing, so I’ll pass. Putting that aside, here, take this. It may help you perform better in the future… Good luck!” Watching as Lea bolted off after handing her the book, Fabiola raised a slight brow before looking at the cover… and to her shock, it was entitled, ‘Seventy-two positions for you and your loved one’! What the fuck?! Still… Who was to say that she wouldn’t use this in the future? With that in mind, she quickly snuck the book into her pocket before pretending that nothing had ever happened…

she whispered into my ears. "How do you know that?" "Simple, I know you. Look at yourself. You are all dreamy and like a child who wants to be praised by a hero." Zadimus opened his book once again and read the content. To my surprise, the content was different in each page, it was not a diary but a notebook. He noted every single thing that seemed appropriate for him. The story legend was written in there too. I wondered why he wanted to tell us the story.

Ecca’s legs shivered upon feeling his lips over the sensitive clit. [Book title: Marked by the demon] - Available on Alpha-n0vel

“Open it. Can you read it out loud, please? —She asked, looking at me with such intensity that she left me stunned for a few seconds. I swallowed hard, focusing my attention on the sheath. Undoing the small loop, my fingers ran through the material, marveling at the characteristic smell of leather. Indeed, there was a notebook, indigo blue, with the marbled technique. I opened the notebook at his command, and hormones, betraying my self-control, filled my eyes with water, taking me a few seconds to focus on Dempsey's writing. "Dear Chelsea: It's time to start a new notebook. In this, giving way to a story that will tell a "Forever". So, I want to get it right, starting with a question: Will

The boy crouched in the shadows beneath the East Tower. He kept replaying the sound of Valen and Wolfe voices, the heat of their words, the quiet reverence in Lucian’s whisper—like it meant something more than lust. More than rebellion. It was real. He shouldn’t have heard what he did. He hadn’t meant to. But now that he had… he couldn’t forget it either. The small leather-bound notebook sat on the stone step beside him, the last page filled with scrawled words, damning and raw:

she whispered. A slight draft tickled her fingers as, on pressing a hidden lever, a small hidden compartment opened in the wall. Inside was a thick, dust-covered ledger. Annabella reached forward carefully, lifting it out from where it had laid. The leather cover was cracked; pages inside yellowed, even frail. "Careful," Ginny whispered. Annabella nodded, delicately working her way to where they needed to get in this book: handwritten notes and plans-signatures. And among these, the most striking was that very same name scrawled at the margin,