Morning Glory Notebooks Novels & Stories

Good night notebook. Love, Yours truly. I closed the notebook and locked it. If any one got hold of this notebook, it could basically reveal my entire secret. The key was chained to my neck as a necklace. So it's like a key necklace. It was my treasure. I slipped into the soft sheets and dozed off. And you know what time was it? Only 2 in the afternoon. 1 hour later.. *Knock knock* *Snores* *Knock knock.* *Snores *

I ask, approaching a large oak desk littered with notepads and an old computer. "Somewhat." Large textbooks on botany, medicine, and before time politics were open among the fray of faded, handwritten notes. I run my fingers along the desk, collecting the dust. The name "Helena" is engraved in gold leaf on the front jacket of a leather-bound notebook. I move between the shelves reading spine after spine. I lose sight of Kade in no time and find myself in front of a bookshelf lined with books titled "Lover's Retreat" and "In His Arms."

To Nemesis, I know you don’t want to see me, talk to me, or hear me, and what other better way than sending you my annotated books and a couple more gifts. I know this won’t win your heart over and I don’t expect it to but inside all of the books, there’s a note I got personalized for you and our ‘situation’ if you can even call it that. The pink sticky note is for the romance/smutty parts since I know you like to enjoy them. The blue is for the angry moments where one of the two mess up. The green is for the sad moments and the purple is for the memorable moments and quotes in the book itself. I hope this does win me a step closer to your heart. I’m never going to stop trying until I have y

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.

In that instant, I clearly saw tears finally spill from the eyes of this iron-willed man, a man who had never once furrowed his brow, no matter how much blood or sweat he shed. He nodded hard, like a believer who'd finally been granted forgiveness, and hurried to pick up the flask sitting on the bedside table. Just then, in his rush, a small notebook slipped out of his pocket and landed right by my hand. I picked it up casually, flipped it open, and froze. It was an extremely beat-up little notebook, and every page was crammed full of handwriting. A dozen full pages, all of them names. Emery Sofia Goldman, Riley Sofia Goldman, Avery Pax Goldman, Morgan Lux Goldman…

Gloria nibbled delicately on her modest plate of sliced apples and bananas, the mere scent turning her stomach in nauseous waves—another reminder of the secret growing inside her. Plates cleared and dishwasher humming, Annabel darted to her room to stuff her backpack with crayons and a favorite doll for show-and-tell, while Lukas vanished into the master bath for his morning ritual. Gloria busied herself with lunch prep: bento boxes artfully arranged with teriyaki chicken skewers, veggie stir-fry, onigiri rice balls shaped like stars, and those special dried fruit mixes—mango slices, apricots, almonds—for mid-morning munchies.

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

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

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.

They looked like a happy family from the smiles, what I found memorize about the picture is that the girl hair was a gray color. I started looking around the office seeing the faded colors on the walls, then I started looking into the desk draws. When the last drawer was open, I saw papers was on top. I pull them out and placed them on the table, when I got to the last paper, I discover there was a black notebook, I pull it out and notice that it was thick and a little heavy. I place it on the table, I open it up to the first page I could not believe my eyes as I stare the words in the book.