I Want You Quote From The Notebook Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then I closed the notebook. I pressed both palms flat against the cover and held them there until the tremor stopped completely. It took a while. When it stopped I stood up, put the pen away, and went to make tea. The notebook stayed closed on the table. I didn't open it again that night. But I thought about the word. C — — — e. Six letters. Maybe seven. I thought about it until I fell asleep. Will I do this alone??

**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.

“Thanks.” “Vanilla latte, right?” I nod. He smiles and walks out. The door clicks shut. I glance at his open notepad. It’s right there, his blue pen resting along the margin. Normally I’d never snoop. But something tugs at me. A feeling in my gut. I don’t think. I just reach for it. And I see the words. Familiar words. Too familiar. “You are not small. You are not forgettable. You’re the ink bleeding through the world’s lies.”

He pulled a slim notebook from his pocket and slapped it onto the table with theatrical precision. “Let’s see,” he muttered, flipping through it with maddening calm. “Ah—here it is.” He tapped the page with a fingertip, then recited: “On September 8th, 11:26 a.m., you said—and I quote—‘I want no ties with that woman whatsoever.’” He looked up slowly, smiling without warmth. “Then you marched out her front door… and slammed it behind you.” Julian surged forward, knocking the chair back as he shoved the light out of his face.

My kind of woman. I saw her notebooks on her table and since she’s taking so long downstairs, I decided to check them. I opened each notebook and saw a lot of notes written neatly and in detail. She's a very eager in her studies and there were scribbles and doodles that she made in the corners of the page in her notebook. I bet she was bored during her class when she did this because I used to do the same thing when I was younger. One caught my attention, she doodled my name and a quote under it saying,

- Celica is happy that Andy is still secretly taking care of her. "Huh? What? I'm guessing you'll hit your favorite, Celica? Well, my judgment is top-notch." "..." - Celica fell silent when she heard Andy's words. Zaki takes very careful notes in this lovely notebook, it is known that this is the notebook Mona gave Zaki so that he can take careful notes and not forget the dishes of the guests, and it seems that he like this notebook, because it's compact, easy to pocket and has the green color he like. Celica saw this and taunted Zaki, giving Mona a chance to talk to the person of her dreams.

“Open it.” Evelyn unwrapped it slowly, inside was a pale pink notebook, embossed with gold letters: “Moments That Matter.” “It’s a journal,” Carmen said. “I thought you could write everything you don’t say out loud.” Evelyn traced the letters with her thumb. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “Figured you’d like it.” Carmen winked. “I know you too well.” Damian watched the exchange silently, something soft flickering in his expression, something like gratitude.

Key always remembered that, and that's why he was able to be where he is today. Key's steps stopped briefly in front of the big building, he sighed to get rid of his nervousness. Everyone is ever nervous, only the way they deal with nervousness is different. Sounds wise indeed, but believe me that it is also a quote from a quote taken from a quote as well. Yes, in essence, it is just their kind of words of wisdom. Who knows who coined those words before?

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

I give him a slow, deliberate smile and a sharp wink. I’ve got this, husband. Konstantin stares at me for a beat, his hands resting flat on the table. A dark amusement flickers in his eyes, though his face remains stone. He leans in just an inch, his voice washing over my ear. “What is the notebook for, zhenshchina?” “Just some notes, Mr. Morozov,” I murmur, keeping my eyes fixed forward as the projector screen flickers to life. “I like to keep track of the details.”