Lewd Notebook Novels & Stories

She looked at me, once, long and level, and I understood that she had seen it too. Nobody else had stirred. Clara was already leaning over to sign, and Wilmar was fumbling for his pen, humming something tuneless. The lease crossed the table in a ripple of paper. The wolves around us began to argue happily over square footage. The notebook came from my desk drawer, a black hardbound thing I’d bought for lecture notes years ago and never touched. I sat down at the window of my quarters after the room emptied and uncapped a pen. Day 1, I wrote. I didn’t know why, only that numbering felt like rope.

Levy looked above and below before, in fact, she spent more than an hour carefully combing through the ten notebooks but even after carefully looking through them she didn’t find even the slightest mention of the soul-fetching array. After she skimmed through the last one, Levy threw the notebook down and knotted her hair with her hands, “ How is this possible!” She couldn’t believe it, there was no way that her mother wouldn’t write down such an important lesson in her lesson book, there must be something ..something that she wasn’t paying attention to.

That would be too bad. Leila opened the page marked “W”. Christina’s last name was Weinrich. Luckily, there was only one entry beginning with W. She logged into her iCloud, and scanned the page. Then she typed in Christina address hoping for a strike of luck. She waited for a few seconds before her face gleamed. Christina address was indeed there. The program has generated the key in no time. At least she confirmed that the notebook didn’t belong to her aunt or Gerard, as they wouldn’t need to write the address down. It looked like Leila wasn’t imagining things. The notebook belonged to the person whose body she found on the floor in the drawing room. The unlucky guy in dirty boots was look

I went through the bag and saw a pretty hard covered notebook, two pens, a pepper spray, lip gloss and two textbooks. "You've got to be kidding me." I said recognizing one of my school textbooks. Next I took out the notebook hoping that it would have a name or something and the contents shocked me. I did find a name but there was a lot more in the notebook that interested me . A lot of compositions and poetry written and all of it was about me. Acute descriptions and a sensual style of writing describing me in a flawless manner that I ...…. "Thank goodness! I was wondering if you were ever going to be done with your shower!" Someone interrupted.

she whispered. A slight draft tickled her fingers as, on pressing a hidden lever, a small hidden compartment opened in the wall. Inside was a thick, dust-covered ledger. Annabella reached forward carefully, lifting it out from where it had laid. The leather cover was cracked; pages inside yellowed, even frail. "Careful," Ginny whispered. Annabella nodded, delicately working her way to where they needed to get in this book: handwritten notes and plans-signatures. And among these, the most striking was that very same name scrawled at the margin,

He flipped through it, and every page of the notebook was filled with words, written neatly and elegantly. He turned his head and said, "Mom, I found a notebook!" Yasmine had just finished blow-drying his hair. She turned off the switch and placed it on the countertop, then took the notebook from Layne's hand. This is a pink notebook that is approximately three centimeters thick, with a matte leather cover and a very good texture. Yasmine opened it, and on the title page it said, "To my beloved daughter." The time was recorded four years ago.

The boy crouched in the shadows beneath the East Tower. He kept replaying the sound of Valen and Wolfe voices, the heat of their words, the quiet reverence in Lucian’s whisper—like it meant something more than lust. More than rebellion. It was real. He shouldn’t have heard what he did. He hadn’t meant to. But now that he had… he couldn’t forget it either. The small leather-bound notebook sat on the stone step beside him, the last page filled with scrawled words, damning and raw:

Was it perhaps? There was a flash of discomfort a tiny crack in her well-planned triumph. The notebook. That fucking journal. It was a liability as well as an idiotic childish thing full of Ivys innocent ideas and observations. It included information on Sloans whereabouts schedule and secrets. the very things they were attempting to reveal.

It seems to be something quite important to her. “Yay! Here it is!!! I finally found it.” Anna took a notebook with a black cover. The outside was covered with a leather cloth, and although the edge of the cover was worn but visible, this notebook was very well preserved. Flipping the first few pages, Anna happily read the contents of the notebook written by hand. At a glance, all seemed to be formulas and some sample solutions for math. Anna put the old notebook on the table, took the pink paper that had been straightened, and read the topic on it again.

At that moment, she was going over a book with her laptop switched on, an online lecture playing on its screen. Nathan decided not to disturb her this time around. Instead, he opened the door to a slit so that he could peek in on her. Meanwhile, Hilda was reading a pornographic book intently. The book was full of X rated graphics of couples. If Nathan found out about the book, Hilda was sure that he would teach her a harsh lesson. Therefore, she only dared to read it secretly at home. In fact, she had secretly stashed some away too. The drawings were so lewd and exciting that she thought she was on the verge of getting a nosebleed.