Novel & Cerita Books I Read Journal

___________________________________________________________________________ 25 / 11 / 2021 Looking out of the window as I watch the trees zoom past me , I just take in the incredible creations God had created . Honestly , I feel truly honored to be a part of this world. Imagine…one day , years ago – God decided that the world needed you , hence why you were created…DOES THAT NOT BLOW YOUR MIND?! I recall the day I started journaling my daily events – I remembered the unwanted feelings I had. The feeling of loss of hope , the feeling of being lost and the feeling of being used that been tormenting for since this year began.

A Dream House (Continuation) I sat on the beige colored tiled floor of the living room. And I looked around me, the ceilings are neatly painted white, while the walls are covered with medium toned brown wallpapers. I opened another box. From the box I pulled out lots of books, maybe fifty to seventy of them. The books come in different forms, big and small, thin and thick. Our book collection includes about twenty five of Mallory’s bedtime story books, a New King James bible version, a children’s bible, and there is one of my favorite books; Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life, also my favorite novels from Mitch Albom; Tuesday with Morrie and Five People You Meet in Heave

The doors creaked as she pushed them open, revealing what lay inside. The cabinet was filled with papers, old books, and trinkets, the remnants of a past long forgotten. Bliss ran her fingers over the contents, her heart racing with each new discovery. Among the books, she found a leather-bound journal, its pages yellowed with age. The title, written in faded gold lettering, read Blackwood Family History. She pulled it out and opened it, her hands trembling with anticipation.

Jayden waved his hand then focused on his journals. Felicia pursed her lips in disgust. She put the notebook back into her laptop bag and then began reading the book she had taken earlier. She photographed some of the materials she needed, not forgetting her library. Because this is important, it is often questioned by the truth guide from her library. So when looking for journals must be appropriate. Usually journals that already have an ISSN number are allowed. Jayden quietly watched Felicia, who looked serious about copying some materials to her laptop, was also busy taking photos of the books with her cellphone. He smiled a little.

The owner, a wise old man with a gentle smile, welcomed us as if he had been expecting our arrival. As we peruse the shelves, our eyes landed on a worn, leather-bound journal that seemed to call out to us. Intrigued, we opened it to find a collection of handwritten stories, each one filled with magic, adventure, and the triumph of the human spirit. The journal spoke of forgotten legends, hidden treasures, and ancient prophecies.

But nothing prepared for the hybrid journals and what was done to their parents. The last entry of this journal was eighteen years ago. Strange. I flipped the book to the first page, and just as I was about to get vested in it, I heard a voice. “You're going to tell me why you are reading that.

A desk that looked untouched for years. I closed the door behind me. My fingers hovered over the spines of books, not really reading, just feeling. My chest tightened when I saw one with a cracked leather cover and initials burned into the corner: J.D.V. My mother’s best friend. Gianna De Vera. The one we’d just buried. I pulled the book down. It wasn’t a novel—it was a journal. Dates ran across the top of each page, shaky handwriting below. I flipped to the back.

His beautiful eyes always make my heart race. My mom doesn't like me reading books but I don't have any other friends.' It seemed like a personal diary to me. My curiosity was going up nearly touching the sky. Who was she? Flipping pages, reading Amelia's daily life story I would say it looked like a high school romance novel. I have read the first journal and was about to go for the second one when I heard the voice of the main door opening. Shit! My husband was back. I didn't know the time as it passed fast while I was busy reading the interesting story.

As I perused the shelves, my eyes landed on a weathered journal, its pages filled with untold stories. I carefully opened the journal, my fingers trembling with anticipation. The pages crackled under my touch, revealing a glimpse into Alexander's life—a life he had chosen to keep hidden, even from me. The words on those pages painted a picture of a complex and enigmatic man, a past fraught with secrets and shadows.

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.