I'll Be Seeing You The Notebook Novels & Stories

"Go ahead and see for yourself." I leaned over and opened the notebook, revealing page after page filled with cramped handwriting.

Opened the notebook. Kept going.

“It’s your second day looking. You almost toured the campus, you even went to the college campus, you still can’t find what you’re looking for?” That d*mn notebook. It was my second day looking around campus for the notebook that I had accidentally lost. I just got curious about what was written in that notebook. I didn’t expect that I didn’t realize I was going to release it while running. And one more thing, why does that four-eyed strawberry still have such a notebook like that?

I will not fucking cry. There's a bench across the street, right where I can see the main entrance, and I sit down, and smooth my grandmother's funeral dress over my knees. And stare up at the top floor of Hale Industries tower. Tomorrow, I'll come back, and the day after that, I'll come back again. I’ll come every day until Damon Hale has to see me. I don’t have anything left to lose, and men like him never expect women like me. I settle in to wait.

"Come on, Jocelyn, don't leave us hanging. Who is the guy?" The room kept pushing. I met Shawn's ink-dark eyes and curled my lips into a smirk. "I can't say just yet. But… he's in this room."

"We can't control the male lead, after all. We only have one chance!" Seth turned around. He pinned us with a serious look before asking, "Do you see words floating in the air?" Tiffany and I shook our heads. Seth sighed in relief, his shoulders sagging. "That's good." A flood of comments filled my vision the moment the words left his lips. "The male lead can see us? How does he know about the comments?" "If he can see us, I hope you live a happy life with our dear female lead." "Don't fall for these bitches' lies!"

" Na, na, na." I hum to myself while I make my way to my room, I've just gotten back from my activity and I feel like having a nap. Entering into my room, my eye immediately notices something laid on my bed. Leaning closer , I see that it is a note. ~ Something crazy. Meet me on the roof C~ A small grin forms on my face as I place my book on my bed. Not even thinking twice, I get out of there, getting ready for this ' something crazy '.

a spiral-bound notebook? With exaggerated care, as if handling some priceless artifact, Caleb set the notebook on the table before her. Lila recognized it instantly - the very same journal he'd commandeered during their last confrontation, now being returned of his own volition. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, darting between the proffered item and Caleb's unreadable expression as she tried to divine the trap surely hidden within this unexpected olive branch. But Caleb merely nudged the notebook closer, then withdrew a pen from his jacket pocket. With deliberate movements, he flipped open to a blank page and began to write. Lila watched, mystified, as his meaty hand laboriously traced out a

It was just a favour for an older woman who was his coursemate in the local college he'd recently started attending. "Hey," Anna whispered from the open door just as he finished writing. "What's new?", he asked her, turning his attention to the computer. For reply, she drew up a chair and sat down beside him. He looked sideways at her and found her holding a notebook and a sharpie. "What do you know about Shakespeare?", she suddenly asked. "Shakespeare? Well, I think it's a spear that shakes on its own every now and then." But to his surprise, instead of delivering a sharp retort, Anna started jotting down something in her notebook. When he tried to take a peep, she closed it shut.

“Hey, Jake, have you seen a wire-bound notebook with a black cover? I left it on an amp in the truck, and it’s gone.” “Sorry, sweetie, haven’t seen it. Maybe Marcus or Travis know where it is.” Rebekah asked Travis next. She really hoped Marcus hadn’t been the one to find it. He’d probably give her a hard time for needing it. Travis was helping someone she hadn’t met set up a light panel behind the drums. “Hey, Travis!” she called. “Have you seen a notebook around here? I left in the truck.” “Sorry, sugar, haven’t seen it.”