Louise Carmen Notebook Novels & Stories

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

I think it's a smart idea to check Azura's piano a few hours after the party. She might not have hidden anything in her room, but she could have stashed things elsewhere. I discover a notebook beneath the piano's lid, tucked amidst the strings so it doesn't obstruct the keys. It's the perfect lead. Azura has meticulously documented her notes from Dorothy's books on the pages, filling the journal from beginning to end. It even includes the locations of the plants she wrote about in her journal.

I dropped the pillow case, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips as I looked at the pile of books beside the bed. Clearly, she had just brought them out of wherever they had been before. I picked up the book on top and glanced at it before dropping. Soon, I found myself going through the pile of books with no particular interest until I got to the last book. It was a small notebook and a winky emoji had been badly drawn on it. Definitely Caramia's. I picked the notebook up and flipped it open. The moment I did so, the smile on my face faded into something else.

Satisfied she was alone, she reached into the mattress and pulled out a small, plain black notebook. With trembling hands, she flipped it open and began to write frantically, her expression shifting between guilt, longing, and raw fear. When she finally stopped, she closed the notebook with a sigh and carefully slid it back under the mattress, concealing it from sight. Soren’s curiosity ignited instantly. He immediately picked up his phone and called the head of his security team. “Retrieve that notebook from the suite tonight while she’s asleep. Do it quietly and bring it to me.” Two hours later, one of his men delivered the small black notebook in a sealed envelope. Soren waited until he w

Thursday brings the larger notebook. It arrives by post, a proper package, carefully wrapped, the specific care of someone who ordered something important and wanted it to arrive intact. Théo opens it at the communal table after breakfast with the focused attention he gives all things that matter, removing the wrapping without tearing it, which is a habit that Celeste told me he has had since childhood and which she considers evidence of a temperament that respects the effort behind things. The notebook is dark green, larger than the previous ones, with a heavier cover and pages that are thick enough to absorb both ink and pressure without bleeding through. He opens it. He runs his hand acro

Curious as he was, Cameron grabbed the three objects and took them out of the drawer before walking back to the bed. The objects look oddly familiar to him, but he can't really point out where he saw them before. After debating whether he should open the envelope or the notebook first, Cameron placed the two objects on the sheets and thought about it for awhile. He really had no idea of what was waiting there to be discovered, and as time passed by, he started to get curious even more. Grabbing the notebook, Cameron decided that he wanted to open it first. With his shaky hands, Cameron turned to the first page of the notebook and saw Selena's pristine handwriting scattered all over it.

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.

"I didn't know Dante likes to read. What sort of books does he like?" She pulled out two random books. Both were about economics and doing business. She slotted them back to their places. It was then that she caught a slightly worn-down notebook. It was wedged between otherwise pristine ones and stuck out like a sore thumb. She pulled it out. The first page had a name. [Etiennette Pascal.] Her heart fluttered. 'Etiennette? Should that not be Logan's… girlfriend? Why is the girl's name on this notebook?

The snow was still falling when Leila pulled the threadbare quilt tighter around her shoulders and glanced over at the notebook lying open on the low table. It looked innocent enough, the cracked leather and yellowed pages giving it the vibe of something that ought to be filled with long-forgotten recipes or notes on which fertilizer worked best for dahlias. But inside she found something else —a mess of Gothic architecture sketches, topographical diagrams and hastily written notes that looked like the fevered scribbling of a medieval cartographer gone mad.

“Then he paid me to disappear.” I sat very still. She cried without sound. And when she finished, she handed me an old notebook. “This is everything I wrote but never dared to say.” River’s POV Eliza brought the notebook to me the next day. It was small. Brown leather. A ribbon bookmark sticking out from the middle. Inside were twenty pages of handwritten entries. Descriptions. Dates. Feelings. Some pages were barely legible, smeared from water or tears. I’m scared. He said I owed him.