Novel & Cerita I'll Be Seeing You The Notebook

**Caleb's POV** * I showed the notebook I found in High Altar to everyone, but I did not open it for anyone to see the contents. This notebook was definitely left by that special girl. The handwriting was not faded, so it was written just in the last few days. If anyone could tell me what was written in this notebook, that person would be my MATE. **Elizabeth's POV** * While I was making mushroom soup, I realized that I had lost my notebook.

= Nigel's Note = I read the first page. "Amber, I'm here!!" Nigel suddenly jumped out from the CR I think. I turned to him. "I thought you're not here. Hi Nigel," I smiled at him. I was surprised when it ran and picked up the notebook I had opened earlier and closed it. He turned to me. "You saw it?" He asked hugging his notebook. "Eh? Saw what?" I asked with my eyebrows fluttered. "You read my notes?" He shrugged. "Nope why? ..... Wait. It's your private stuff," but I plan to read the content if he just didn't catch me.

Removed a notebook. "We run community reading groups." He flipped through pages. "Some attendees sign in." The notebook landed on the desk. Sarah leaned forward first. Then froze. A name appeared repeatedly. Week after week. Month after month. The handwriting remained consistent. Neat. Deliberate. One name. Rebecca Hart. Not Rebecca Mercer. Rebecca Hart. Sebastian's heart skipped a beat. The drive to the listed address took less than fifteen minutes. Nobody spoke. Nobody wanted to. The closer they got, the stronger the tension became.

Varun: "Miss you yaar" Alizeh: "See the snap I have sent you on snapchat" I saw the snap, it had her picture, with her tucked inside her blanket, and she was smiling if I correctly remember it, and it had I love you and I miss you written on it. After seeing the snap, I continued my conversation with her. Varun: "Love you too, and I saw the snap" Alizeh: "We are definitely meeting tomorrow" Alizeh: "Yayy"

A plan that, if executed correctly, would change everything. Back in her cell, Isabella sat down on the bed and opened a hidden compartment in the floor. Inside was a small notebook, its pages filled with her carefully scribbled notes. She had been tracking everything—names, contacts, dates, potential allies. The details were crucial, each line of writing a small piece of a much larger puzzle. She flicked through the pages, each entry a reminder of how far she had come. The notebook held her only connection to the outside world, her lifeline in the midst of the prison walls.

Nobody looking at him would have guessed that another future was being planned quietly in a battered black notebook. Luca returned carrying two packets of crisps and a bottle of water, then stopped when he noticed where my eyes were. He looked at the notebook, looked at me, and seemed to understand immediately. I expected him to snatch it away like he'd done the first time. Instead, he sat down and pushed one packet toward me. I told him I hadn't meant to read much, which was technically true depending on how generously someone defined much. Luca gave me a look that suggested he knew better, but he didn't seem angry. He only pulled the notebook closer and flipped through several pages as if

I said, even though my chest was tight. I missed Lucas every second. The only thing holding me together was revenge. Cold, sharp revenge. Sarah McLain was going to pay. Nick nudged something on the bench, trying to lighten the mood. "What’s this? Dark Book?" he asked, laughing a little. I froze. My heart stopped. He was holding it. The black notebook with "Dark Book" scrawled in silver ink. My plans. My revenge. Everything. Without thinking, I lunged for it, yanking it out of his hands.

As she placed it on the desk, her eyes landed on a notebook. Open. Not hidden. Just sitting there. A list filled one page. Names. Phone numbers. Exhibition dates. Routine gallery information. Then one line caught her attention. Succession Planning Jessica froze. Immediately. The words felt strange. Wrong. Too official. Too final. She looked away. Then back again. The notebook remained there. Open. Waiting. Jessica swallowed. The room suddenly felt smaller. For several moments she simply stood staring. Then she closed the notebook gently. And left.

“Then we should let them try to take it.” Adrian looked at me sharply. “You are not bait.” “I did not say I wanted to be bait.” “You were thinking it.” “I was thinking that if they believe the notebook is still somewhere they can reach, they may expose themselves trying to retrieve it.” A slow silence settled over the group. Sebastian looked at Adrian. Adrian looked at me. Then he smiled faintly. “That is exactly what they would expect us not to consider.” “What are you thinking?” I asked “I am thinking we do not take the notebook to the farmhouse.”

Because I was the only one who knew it was a diary, everyone else knows it as a notebook. Silence greeted me. Even though I know that it was quite difficult to obtain the diaries through underground means, I still have my hope. I was about to give up, when the elderly gentleman, Mr. Eye of Notorary speak. “Are you talking about the Witch of Iceland Archmage?” My eyes almost sparkled, I restrain myself from showing any abnormal behavior and nodded calmly. "Yes, sir." Mr. Eye of Notorary nodded. "I don't have the whole notebook but only five pages of it, I'll sell it to you in 5 Nars."