Lewd Notebook Novels & Stories

She sat with her coffee on one side, the notebook in front of her, a pen in her mouth. If there was one thing she kept hidden from most of the world at large, it was the fact that she loved to write. The fact that she liked to write wasn't what was embarrassing, what was embarrassing was the fact that she wrote erotic romance. She never even wrote it on a computer for fear that someone would find it and trace it back to her. Every story she had ever written was written by hand, and she always took them with her, no matter where she went. This particular notebook that she was working on filling up was number ten. Two of them had been stolen in the burglary, and that was making her extremely n

I know that Shiloh is starting to take action as he was so in range when the last time they attacked the Cravens manor. Well, I know that Shiloh wouldn't care about the attack if they didn't muddle his garden of roses. I picked up the notebook that is placed above the shelves. It looks like this one has been serving its purpose for a long time. I opened it and I can't understand the words that are written in this notebook. There are sketches and explanations, a scientific explanation to be precise and I know that this one is all about the experimentation that they are doing right now. It looks like they are planning this for a long time. One word to describe these people, cruel. They are all

Wouldn't that mean he had a kid somewhere? And the skeletons just keep growing. The first compartment is filled with files, cheque books, pens, notepads and other boring stuff. I close it and pull open the next one, and I freeze for a few seconds, red creeping to my cheeks, and my anger temporarily forgotten. There's a book with a very vivid image of what looks to be an orgy on it. Written in bold is the title, The Kama Sutra. There are several different notes attached inside, and as I push it aside, I falls out.

Instead, my hand moved to the inner pocket. My fingers brushed against something hard and plastic. I pulled it out, expecting a gym pass or a protein bar wrapper or worse, a condom wrapper. I shivered at the last thought, ew! But it was a small, leather-bound notebook. I knew I shouldn't open it. I knew I should put it back, return it with the jacket, and maintain my shred of dignity but curiosity has always been my greatest sin so I flipped the cover open. The first page was a date from three years ago. The day I left. Underneath it, in Noah’s jagged, aggressive handwriting, were three words that made the air freeze in my lungs:

I kept picturing him—his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest. A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened. Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a p**n site. I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva. I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

The notebook landed in her lap. Opaline looked down at it. Then back up at him. Then back down again. "This is ridiculous." "Number one." She glared. "You're counting that?" "I am." For the first time all day, the corner of his mouth twitched. Almost a smile. Almost. Opaline groaned dramatically. Then opened the notebook. "Fine." She scribbled the number one. "I accessed the files." "Good." "Number two. I ignored security protocol."

Lorenzo came back on the fourth evening with something Isabella hadn’t expected—a slim, water-damaged notebook, its cover long since faded to illegibility, which he set on the kitchen table with the same careful reverence Isabella had shown the photograph. “Where did you get this?” Isabella asked, her hand hovering over it without quite touching, as though it might dissolve. “A contact who handled some of the estate’s legal paperwork after the fire. It was catalogued with a box of miscellaneous personal effects, filed under nothing anyone thought to flag as important.”

I checked the bookshelves and everything that looked out of place. Then I finally found it. A hidden laptop. Already, I was already seeing some paperwork that I didn't understand but his laptop was sure to hold some things I could use. It was hard getting into it but I put in his mother's birthday and the password was correct. Instantly, I copied everything. As that was happening, I browsed through it and what I saw made me feel dirty. A stash of clips of him cheating. Ten different women, all recorded without their consent from what I could see.

Waiting. Almost theatrical. A deliberate centrepiece. As they approached, Jessica noticed something resting on the seat. A small notebook. Nothing more. One officer carefully retrieved it before carrying it towards Moreau. The detective opened the cover. Inside were dozens of handwritten pages. Observations. Thoughts. Dates. Names. An entire history of obsession captured in ink. Jessica felt sick just looking at it. Slowly, Moreau turned through the pages. Then stopped. His expression darkened. "What?"

She thought she had reached the limit of what her body could endure, but as Adriano shifted, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that bordered on hunger, she realized the night was far from over. "You look so beautiful when you're ruined, darling," Adriano murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. He reached over to the nightstand, his fingers curling around the leather-bound notebook that had become the blueprint for her undoing. Anny’s heart leaped into her throat. The notebook. The repository of her darkest, most shameful cravings. She had already surrendered one, but the book held secrets that even she feared to acknowledge.