Lewd Notebook 소설 & 이야기

And this one was undoubtedly one of the most difficult, if not the most difficult. Leo turned her room upside down and again found nothing. Resigned, he leaned his left hand on the door of large, dark brown wardrobe, but soon was overcome with fury, squeezed his right hand into a fist and pounded with all his strength on the wall in front of him. The wallpaper was almost completely ripped off, and you could see the gray bricks, but Leo didn't think about it, he was only awakened by the pain of hitting one of the hard bricks. He grabbed a hand and hissed for a while. When the pain eased, it was only then that Leo looked back at the wall and saw that one of the bricks - probably the one he had

“Are libertines not more accepted now?” “If they’re men,” said Loretta, her tone sour. “It wasn’t like men weren’t sex-obsessed before becoming incubi. Now they just have an excuse to badger women for it. If women need it too, then all the more reason to look down on them. We can’t bear their children, so what use are we to them, but adornments or holes? It’s all I am to Mr. Pervis, I know that much. Holes . . . maybe a bloody scratching post.” She took another swig, her eyes growing moist. “But at least he keeps me around. And he don’t feed on no one else. And he don’t act embarrassed of me, neither. I should be grateful. It’s better than I deserve.”

She pulled out her small notebook computer and unzipped the cover. "Oh no!" Lauren frowned at Clint's notebook inside the protective case. In her rush to get away from him, she'd picked up his black notebook instead of her red one. Since their cases were the same shape, color, and size, it wasn't such an impossible mistake, but she was bothered by the idea of him having his grubby hands on her computer. She shrugged her shoulders. E-mail was e-mail regardless of the computer she used to access it, so she opened it up, turned it on, and waited for it to boot up.

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

Before long, the notebook disappeared, and I mourned its loss for a long time. "Lex, why don't you open this notebook?" I pressed him, almost daring him. "Are you afraid?" Lex's face went as white as a sheet. His hands shook uncontrollably as he clutched the notebook. I stepped forward and snatched it from him, flipping it open to display it to the livestream. "This notebook is my parents' legacy. It records all their income and expenses for that year! Do you see it? Every page in this notebook shows a sizable amount of money flowing out, all of it sent to the same account!"

I was just… a prop in someone else’s story. I opened the drawer on the right side of the wardrobe, looking for sunscreen or maybe a light t-shirt—anything to fold, just to keep my hands busy. But the drawer stuck. I tugged a little harder… and as it opened, something slipped out from underneath. A dark brown leather notebook. The corners worn. No label. No name. My heart started pounding. I stared at the thing for a few seconds. It felt like stealing. But this was… my room too, wasn’t it? At least, by our agreement.

THE LOST NOTEBOOK THE DAY HER father was arrested, Svetlana lost her notebook. The notebook was important because all the latest definitions were there, written down in her careful round script. She searched for it everywhere: under the roll-up top of her desk, where balls of blotting paper nested like spider eggs; at the bottom of her satchel where she discovered an ink-stained white ribbon; on the floor of the classroom, crawling between the rows of desks until she was chased away by old Aunt Sonya, the cleaner.

I sighed and dropped the 10th book they are all business and marketing books nothing interesting I sat on Leon seat and decided to play games on his computer I saw the computer was locked I tried hard to figure out what his password might be "Mtcheew" I hissed when I wasn't getting it I type in my name and it opened I was stunned I smile without realization I looked through his computer and there's no single game "I'm bored" I muttered with disappointment I decided to check his Photo folder I click on it and saw a cute little girl about 6 years pictures was in his first collection The collection had about a thousand pictures of her The lil girl felt familiar but I can't remember where I knew

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

"I told you, Alpha. The previous Alpha-" "Yes, I'm aware of the things Noah made you do," I waved my hand in dismissal. If he was going to put the blame on a 'dead' man, why not let him? It benefitted me anyway. "But you did quite the number of things on your own, didn't you? Marcus?" I snapped my fingers. He approached me and placed a large long notebook in my hand. "This is the ledger of all the illegal dealings you and your cohorts have been engaging in for the past ten years," I whistled, shaking my head at the size of the thing and the fact that it was full and there were three others like this. That was his mistake. What’s wrong with greedy people and leaving evidence of their deeds on