Deku Notebook Novels & Stories

“Looks like you’ve been busy today.” “Yeah. I ran out of data. I’ll have to start going to the library more,” Renee sighed. Jesse looked down at the things in his lap. There were crude sketches of what looked like tables. He moved that aside and found a notebook underneath. It had figures on it. He skimmed over it thinking that it was for the wedding until he noticed a repeat of Uber. Then there was internet with a question mark and library beside it. He noticed the total at the bottom. It was a big sum.

I ask, approaching a large oak desk littered with notepads and an old computer. "Somewhat." Large textbooks on botany, medicine, and before time politics were open among the fray of faded, handwritten notes. I run my fingers along the desk, collecting the dust. The name "Helena" is engraved in gold leaf on the front jacket of a leather-bound notebook. I move between the shelves reading spine after spine. I lose sight of Kade in no time and find myself in front of a bookshelf lined with books titled "Lover's Retreat" and "In His Arms."

The first thing I noticed was the notebook. Soft leather. Ivory-colored. Elegant but simple. My fingers brushed across the cover, and my heart skipped when I saw the gold foil lettering pressed perfectly into the surface. A.D. My initials. How were they able to do that! I slowly opened it, running my thumb along the thick cream pages. The paper felt expensive…smooth, almost silky. The kind of notebook you wouldn’t want to ruin with messy sketches. The kind that made you want to draw something worthy of it.

Shelves lined with notebooks in every size, pens in neat rows, and blank journals stacked by the window. I moved to the notebooks and picked one up. "Too big," Duke said. I put it back. Found a smaller one—plain cover, nothing fancy, easy to carry in a pocket or a bag. I flipped it open. Blank pages, lined, the kind that didn't demand anything from you until you were ready. "That one," Duke said.

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Above them, from the deck of a quiet coastal cabin, Ellie Carson watched it all — barefoot, hoodie tugged over her eyes, a mug of tea warming her hands. Cerebus lay beside her in the sun, stretched across the deck like a living monument. His wounds had healed. His heads slept in shifts. He snored through Gamma and dreamed through Beta. Alpha never quite let go of the world. Newsfeeds buzzed less now. Governments were rebuilding. Blackglass had been restructured into an international peacekeeping and mythological emergency response force — headed by Major Linh Rivera herself. Dr. Nadia Voss had returned to the ruins of Delphi, where she was archiving hundreds of newly awakened relics. Her lat

He sought for the knowledge, dedicated all his life to unearth the unearthed, opposed the DEOS and the people who are devoted to its words. He made so many outrageous things; DEOS cannot be owned, so he stole it and engraved its text to tablets of stone so he can further study it on a deeper extent- the book was then retrieved by the people. He sneaked to a sacred and forbidden place to gather information and almost lost his way out. And the most outrageous of all of that he did; He teared out 3 pages of DEOS and hid it- Hitherto, the 3-missing page’s whereabout remained unknown.

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 pluck his notebook from his hand and thumb the pages. “This is gonna get wet. You need a good coated paper. I got this from Mrs. Dee. She uses it to print her resume. See how I taped a few sheets together so I can do a few square miles per map?” Cadoc bumps my upper arm. “You’re holding it for her?” His lips are soft and curving slightly. Tentatively. It’s a joke. Do I find it funny?

"Not necessarily. Time to name it a day." Speaking together along with her regular poker face, Anna extracted an e-book from the pile and confirmed it to Raven. "Dark Notebook -- The Occult Research Club's Activity Report --" The cowl had the ones phrases written in shiny crimson towards a pitch black background -- glaringly as specific from usual cultural golf equipment as night time from the day.