Louise Carmen Notebook Novels & Stories

The notebook's cover is a half blue and half pink and there's a bold lettering for the word 'mommy'. 'Is this a dairy?' He smiled again and took the notebook out. He sat on the floor and began to flip the pages. At first, it is just only an introduction of who is the owner and what she feels at first. 'She wanted to talk about something with me but she can't utter a single word when she has changed to speak.' He scanned every page of the notebook but found that some pages have torn. Meaning, some important notes and has a critical truth about how Sandra feels has been missing.

Her relationship with Heitor. It opened again to the first page: - Here is after... She was already pregnant. Mention ultrasound. - There have to be more of these notebooks around here - I went to the closet, throwing everything on the floor. Each pile of clothes contained several notebooks underneath. As I found it, Ben was picking them up and organizing them by date. At the end, we gathered 15 small brochure notebooks, written in full. It was dark and we hadn't even turned on the lights in the other rooms in the house or closed the windows. We were completely excited and involved in it.

The thought alone that he was about to lose his best friend was suffocating; if I were in his position, guilt would have consumed me until I confessed. As if on cue, Harrison caught my gaze. We locked eyes momentarily, and I quickly put on a blank expression, diverting my attention to my cereal. He, too, turned away, scratching his face awkwardly, Then I focused on the magazine in front of me, filled with trivial gossip I had no interest in. Carmen lay on a rug, laptop on her lap, deeply immersed in a movie through her headphones. Beside her lay a notebook and pen, where she periodically scribbled her thoughts. She'd pause, rewind, or fast-forward through scenes, grimacing in boredom, lament

Immediately, everyone saw Lucille holding a notebook, which looked the same as Sabrina's. The crowd was left speechless. Lucille didn't just take one notebook out. She took out a second one, then a third and fourth… Then, Lucille slowly said, "I'm sorry, Ms. Johnson. I forgot to tell you the perfumery formula notebook you have in your hands is just one volume of a whole collection." She smiled and added, "All these years you've had that book, didn't you notice an index number on each formula?" Lucille slightly lifted her chin. "That notebook in your hand contains the first 15 formulas."

"Oh god, it's gone." Cale was sitting on the chaise lounge, staring at a patch of sunlight on the carpet. He looked calm, but it was the eerie, vacant calm of a machine in standby mode. "What is gone?" Cale asked without looking up. "The notebook," Elion hissed, dropping to his knees to check under the bed. "My journal. The one with the list. The Anomalies. The Hypotheses. Everything." Cale slowly turned his head. His eyes were clear, but the processing speed seemed... lagged.

"I was twenty-nine and I had met someone on the night bus and had a series of conversations that stayed with me when the person was gone. And I wrote it down the only way I could." Daniel looked at the dark blue notebook on the table. He thought about the twenty-nine year old Adrian and the four months on the night bus and the composition written in the year of it. He thought about all the years between twenty-nine and the rainy night, the nine years of the carrying, and the composition in the notebook all that time — the inside view of the recognition, preserved. He thought: the notebook is not February. The notebook is the kept thing. The thing held in the honest container, not hidden, not

Hope always did. Especially when you weren't used to it. One evening Camille arrived carrying a notebook. A large notebook. Filled with sketches. Ideas. Plans. The young artist looked nervous. Excited. Terrified. All at once. Jessica recognised the expression immediately. "What is it?" Camille sat opposite her. Then pushed the notebook across the desk. "I have an idea." The words sounded important. The notebook contained dozens of rough drawings. Portraits. Landscapes. Abstract concepts.

She knew the two didn't have a romantic relationship but she's not certain of what Carmina was feeling towards Sebastian. Carmina quickly shook her head as an answer then fished out something inside her chanel tote bag and handed it to her. "I guessed this is yours?" Sandra squinted her eyes on the pink notebook. She knew that notebook damn well to recognize it even if she's intoxicated. It's the missing notebook she's been looking for. "Where did you get this?" she frowned as she grabbed the notebook from her hand. "I saw that in Sebastian's studio. I apologize for reading it because I had to know if I will recognized the penmanship and I did"

Taped to a worn notebook. On the inside cover, Vivienne had written: If this reaches your hands, it means I chose to trust you more than the law. That means you’re the only one who can act outside it. Isolde opened the notebook. The pages weren’t just names. They were roles. Ghostwriters. Procurement liaisons. Fund managers. Judges. Each annotated in Vivienne’s sharp, slanted hand. Some crossed out. Some circled. And then, one entry near the end had different ink.

Only then did Carissa open the note concealed within the water bag. The note read, [I am Carmen Kingsley, a concubine's daughter from Grand Princess Eleanor's family. I request you to join us on our journey, Lady Carissa. I have a request.]