It's Not Going To Be Easy The Notebook Novels & Stories

She advised me. "I will." "Hey. Almost sis." I turned to see Matt. I chuckled. "Hey, Matt." He hugged me. Words weren't necessary to know what was going on. Luke I came home from the office, and went straight to our room. I'm so exhausted. Fucking conferences, have drain me and leave me in such a bad mood. My eyes drifted to a note, on my bed side. "Fuck!" "You forgot your computer." Dad said as he entered the bedroom. "What's wrong?"

“And so are you. I didn't realise they'd dropped the invites to insects." Kevin's face turned into a scowl "Anita has her uses. It allows me to network and the CEO of Hartford Industries is here, I think I might see if I can charm her.." Licking his thin lips and his creepy eyes scanning the room before he continued "And hopefully into my bed, then I can take over Hartford Industries." As he said that Nancy walked past, "Hartford Industries? I work there." Kevin grabbed her waist and guided her away.

And still I barely look passable when he looked like that. Not. Fair. "Well." I stirred the mug, diverting my gaze to the view in front again. "It didn't take you long after Taylor put that stupid movie." Rubbing his eyes, Nate gave me a taunting smirk. "Aren't you girls supposed to love the Notebook?" I snorted. "Once you've seen it every Friday for the last couple years you kinda grow tired of it." "Damn." "Yep. We even have noted down which minutes are the ones that broke her apart, so we had the paper towels ready."

the announcer on the TV yelled. I scribbled down “laundry” on my notepad, because I had no idea what it meant in terms of football and I wanted to look it up later. I was writing it angrily, so my handwriting looked jagged and aggressive as I wrote. Halfway through the sentence, the notebook was plucked from my hands. "Hey!" "I’m talking to you. Eyes on me," Jace commanded, holding the just notebook out of reach. I huffed in frustration, trying my best to reach for it. "Come on. Shouldn't we be focusing on the plays instead of my social media? I need that so I can take notes."

“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?

Noah’s POV The note sat between my fingers, its edges frayed, as if it had passed through too many hands before it ever reached me. A simple message, scrawled in ink that looked rushed but deliberate: We're not finished yet, did you really think I’d be gone so easily? My chest tightened, Jasper.

And right in the center, like it wanted to be found, sat a leather notebook. Thick. Dark brown. A little worn at the edges. It looked private. Too private. Like something no one else was supposed to touch. So obviously… I stared at it harder. I told myself I wasn’t going to open it. Really. I said it aloud. “Mara, don’t even try it.” But then ten seconds passed. And the notebook was still there, looking dangerous and inviting at the same time. I stepped closer. Then closer. Then… my fingers brushed the cover.

It's going to be hard though, but I'm willing to try. TBC.......... ©️ Tricia

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Sometimes it came with it. The Notebook That night, Elara sat at her desk with her notebook open. She hadn’t written since the inquiry ended — too much noise inside her head, too many echoes she couldn’t untangle. But now, with the distant sound of rain guttering against the windows, she let the pen move. Today the city saw me. Not everyone believed. But they looked at me. They spoke my name without spitting it out. That’s new. That’s dangerous. That’s hope.