Louise Carmen Notebook Novels & Stories

Chapter 5 Rescue She picked up the notebook, noticing that it was the same as the notebook with the name inside the car. But this one has nothing in it. Irene also picked up the USB and checked it out as well. She unconsciously let go of the two items that she was holding in from shock when she heard a loud rattle in the car and also heard the guy sobbing continuously.

“Caleb, we’re about one-fifth of the way through scanning the draft papers. This batch is more complicated, so it’ll take longer. But we’ve made a new discovery. Cas is missing a notebook he used for journaling.” “My brother didn’t have a habit of keeping a journal.” “True, but Cas had many notebooks for random data recording. This particular one, purchased during his last month, was unusual. Its inner shell has a very feminine color, not his usual style. "So, I’m guessing he might have given it to someone. We’ve sorted through all of Cas’ belongings from the past few years and have been tracking them. This notebook is the only item we haven’t located.” Caleb lowered his gaze, listening as F

He slammed the book shut and stuffed it back onto her half of the bookshelf. Amongst the rows of books, a simple-looking notebook caught his attention. Celeste had always loved reading, but she'd rarely take notes. She would scribble things on the blank spaces on the books only whenever she had some inspiration. She reasoned that she didn't need to do that if she could remember it well. Her arrogance probably originated from how smart she was. Damon was curious about what she wrote in the notebook, so he grabbed it from the shelf. The words "Mood Diary" were printed in gold on the black leather cover. On the first page, there was a line of words. "To Celeste York, be happy." It was signed by

Liam said. Carmen watched him leave his seat and walked out of the dining room before letting out a happy squeak. Liam had to make a lot of calls. But by one o’clock midday, he and Carmen were on the road with their luggage in the car’s trunk. The windows were down and the wind blew into the car, causing Carmen and Liam's hair to become untidy. However, Carmen didn't mind because she was experiencing a moment that she didn't think would be possible. But now that it was happening, Carmen didn't give a care for anything else.

Christie may be six feet under but this is Christie’s heart and soul, in this hardbound A4 spiral notebook filled with heavy cardstock. Isa flipped through the pages. She was dumbfounded. Her jaw dropped to see sketches of what seemed like Dean Ramos with scribbles of red lipstick on top as if erasing the page. Some pages were torn and scratched with fingers leaving tiny blood spots. She flipped through and through, then a piece of card fell off. What Isa saw shocked her more than the images on the sketchbook. Her hair raised on its ends once more. A note that read— Dear Isa, ***

Their daughters ran ahead, laughing and pointing out anything that looked remotely historic, while Killian carried their son in a sling, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breath against his chest. They stopped by the steps of the old library. Killian let Emma go ahead of him while he dug into the inside pocket of his coat. His fingers brushed the worn leather of the small notebook—aged, familiar, and filled with years of memories. She turned to him, her face soft with emotion. “This place still smells like ink and stress.” Killian stepped forward, offering her the notebook. “You dropped this once, remember? That first week.” Emma took it slowly, eyes narrowing. “That notebook…?”

Elena read the final lines aloud. The future cannot be entrusted to people who seek certainty above truth. Begin with the notebook. Nothing more. No signature. No explanation. Just quiet confidence. She carefully returned the letter to its envelope before reaching for the notebook. The leather cover bore no title. Only a small compass rose had been pressed into the front, so faint with age that it almost disappeared into the worn brown surface. She opened the first page. Rather than journal entries or confessions, she found short observations written over many years.

" And the one after that, and ones after that. Margaret sat back. Looked at the notebook. She'd come to the penthouse expecting nothing. She'd found a contract. She'd also found a notebook full of small careful observations written by a man who catalogued everything and had apparently been cataloguing her, Liora. She closed the notebook. Looked at the laptop on the desk. The screen was dark. She touched the trackpad and it woke up to an open document. No title. Just text. She read it.