As Written In The Lewd Notebook Novels & Stories

I exhaled, my knees buckling, palms scraping the tree as I sagged against it. Behind the woven branches, I noticed a rusted iron handle set into the trunk. It was half-hidden, so I pushed my fingers to tug it. The disguised drawer slid open with a reluctant groan. Inside there was a single leather-bound journal, It’s edges soft, and its pages filled with ink. On the cover now mostly flaked away: Lyra. I glanced toward the distant laughter of guests, then opened the book. The first sentence took me back: “Viktor used my body like it was made for fucking and lashes, and I thanked him for every scar.”

Not for anything. I tore what remained of my dress off completely, letting it fall to the floor. Naked and trembling, I walked to Leo. His eyes were filled with guilt and horror. I covered them gently with my hands, leaning in to whisper, “I’m sorry. Close your eyes. Just… feel.” I pushed him down onto a nearby couch. My hands shook as I unbuckled his trousers. His cock sprang out — hard, throbbing, smaller than Dmitri’s but thick enough to make me whimper. I straddled him, positioning myself over his leaking tip.

Thursday brings the larger notebook. It arrives by post, a proper package, carefully wrapped, the specific care of someone who ordered something important and wanted it to arrive intact. Théo opens it at the communal table after breakfast with the focused attention he gives all things that matter, removing the wrapping without tearing it, which is a habit that Celeste told me he has had since childhood and which she considers evidence of a temperament that respects the effort behind things. The notebook is dark green, larger than the previous ones, with a heavier cover and pages that are thick enough to absorb both ink and pressure without bleeding through. He opens it. He runs his hand acro

I reached for it, but a hand covered mine. “Are you really sure you want to go for that book?” Leonardo whispered as he came behind me, resting his chest on my back. “N-no,” I answered, a shiver passing through me at his closeness. “Let’s find out.” With his hand still on mine, he reached for the book and pulled it out. He turned the cover toward me, and my cheeks turned red when I saw the title. Leonardo leaned in closer until his lips were on my ear and whispered, “The sexual affairs of Laby Whitemore.”

⸻ Without another word… He reached into his coat. Instead of another weapon… He produced an old leather notebook. Its cover was cracked with age. Across the front… Only two initials had been burned into the leather. A.D. Alessio frowned. “Whose is it?” The Raven walked forward. Slowly. Until only two steps separated them. He carefully placed the notebook into Alessio’s hands. “It belonged…” “…to your grandfather.” ⸻ Adrian’s face changed instantly. “No…” The Raven nodded. “Yes.”

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I kept the restlessness in me under lock and key and sat down at the table again, going back to drinking wine in a voluptuous way, touching the notebook she herself had given me and leafing through the yellowed pages with Arabic writings. Maybe I found someone who hates me more than this woman... Myself. - The next morning, saner and completely sober, I got up at my normal time, I tried to think that some things were imaginations in my head, but the notebook was still there on the table and the memories continued, the rest of the wine left in the bottle it proved that I didn't even come close to going on a mad binge.

Levy looked above and below before, in fact, she spent more than an hour carefully combing through the ten notebooks but even after carefully looking through them she didn’t find even the slightest mention of the soul-fetching array. After she skimmed through the last one, Levy threw the notebook down and knotted her hair with her hands, “ How is this possible!” She couldn’t believe it, there was no way that her mother wouldn’t write down such an important lesson in her lesson book, there must be something ..something that she wasn’t paying attention to.

“I don’t why I’m saying this to you. But for some reason, your presence felt like my sister’s in which I could always tell everything about whatever I felt or whatever I am thinking about, and right now, I am about to confess to you that I hope only you and I know. Okay?” “Oh okay. Go ahead, I’ll listen.” I leaned closer to her on the bar table as she moved closer as well to whisper. “I just had sex with Hugo Lefebvre.” I choked on the wine that I just sipped and looked at her with an unexplainable expression. I moved my hand across my head and was speechless. Though now that I realize it, Is that what happened after they moved to the blind spot of the camera? “I- I don’t know what to say. I

The pen on his desk. Then I noticed a black notebook half-hidden behind some books on the shelf. Curious, I pulled it out. It was a diary. Leo’s handwriting was on the cover. My hands trembled as I opened the first page. “To Serena.” I stared at the name. Serena? I flipped through more pages. “I hate waking up next to her. Every time I look at Violet, I see you. But she’s not you. She never will be.” “This marriage is a cage. A deal. A curse.”