Note Book Buku Kecil Novels & Stories

Some fuzzy socks with cute animals on them. There’s a thick leather folio that opens up with a folder for papers on one side and a large note pad on the other, he runs his fingers over the place where his initials are embossed into the leather. Andre speaks softly standing beside where Dylan is sitting, “just so you know, it was my idea since you’re going to be a TA next year. I know it’s not the floral Gucci leather notebook you were looking at...but my phone did that weird thing where it sends me ads based on a conversation I had in real life…and it made me think of you and mom needing ideas—but yeah, so I get the credit for that one.”

Guards were still there. Maybe they were making sure I didn't run away. I stood and walked around the room. My fingers brushed against the spines of books on the drawer beside the bed. Beside it was a small silver key. I hesitated, then picked it up. It looked old, maybe for one of the drawers. Curiosity won. I tried it on the small side drawer of the desk. It clicked open. Inside were envelopes, photographs, and a black notebook. I looked at the door again, then slowly opened the notebook.

This looked like she had simply decided, and then done it, and closed the door behind her without needing to make a scene out of it. He stepped inside and ran his hand along the empty shelf. Cool wood. No dust. That was when he saw it. Top shelf, pushed to the far back corner. A small notebook with a dark green cover, the spine worn soft from handling. He would have missed it completely if the shelf had been full. He reached up and took it down. It fit in one hand. Nothing written on the outside. No name, no label. The cover had that soft, almost velvety feel of something carried around for a long time.

Paul explained, "This is something I borrowed from Dr. Knowles over at the Queenstone College Physics Faculty. It's called a 'Calendar Notebook.'" Seeing Lionel's confused look, Paul elaborated further, "The Calendar Notebook is a tradition at Queenstone College's Physics Faculty. Each professor asks their top students to compile notes on current cutting-edge research topics "These notes are typically accompanied by the student's analysis of the most relevant subjects and predictions for future research trends worldwide. Each notebook is passed down to a new student every four years when the previous one graduates. "Dr. Knowles has compiled these notebooks from each generation of his student

Not a word Aspen says makes it to my brain, but hopefully I at least act like it's the most interesting conversation I've ever had in my entire life. Despite my best efforts to ignore that entire half of my apartment, Hudson eventually wanders his way to where I sit on the couch and steps into my direct line of sight. He holds up the small purple notebook with a colored unicorn on the front and the words written in big black ink, "People I want to throat punch." He waves the notebook from side to side guaranteeing I can't pretend to have missed it. My eyes widen but I don't make any other acknowledgment. I'm sure everyone owns a list of people who annoy them. It's totally normal.

"Hey, there is a good notebook there. I know you would like it." I just let Jinx drag me towards a bookstore since he already paid the things we bought in the boutique. He showed me the dark yellow notebook. Actually, it was a small one that could be used as a diary and it was strong in just one look. But when I saw that it costs thousands, I frowned. "I have no money, Jinx." He shook his head and hold on it. "I will be the one buying. This will be my gift to you." I bit my lower lip, feeling shy again. "You wasted money just for me.. It was just me you do not have to do efforts with, Jinx."

Aubrey seemed to notice my attitude and my haste, and he asked, “What's wrong with you? Dropped something?" “As a small notebook, it is not too small, it is very comfortable to hold. That's right, the notebook where you and I first met, you bumped into me, did you see it somewhere near me? That thing is very important to me.” “So it's that old notebook, you must have dropped it when you fought that first year monster. I see that notebook is worn out, looks like it's about to tear, but you still keep it? What a nostalgic thing,” said Aubrey, the boy's hands raised above his head, the gesture infuriatingly eye-catching.

The cover was a plain, academic shade of navy—serious and subdued, the kind of thing Marken, with his fastidious nature, would’ve chosen for recording research or classified observations. But something didn’t sit right. Alexander’s brows furrowed. A flicker of suspicion darted across his eyes as he pulled out his phone and called Colton. “The missing notebook… Was it more feminine-looking? Something like a softer color?” Alexander asked, tapping the edge of the notebook against his palm. “Yeah. Light blue with floral trim, if I remember right. Why? Did you find it?” Colton responded. “No,” Alexander replied curtly and ended the call without another word.

“It smells like something burned.” “That is the firewood scent.” “Then the product is accurate.” She laughed and bought it anyway. At another stall, she found a green notebook similar to the one she had purchased during our bookstore visit. “You already have one,” I said. “That one is almost full.” “What do you write in them?” “Things.” “What things?” “Private things.” “That answer creates more questions.” “You don’t need every answer.” “I’m learning that.” She bought the notebook and slipped it into her bag.

*Good. I steal a glance at my parents and they seem very engrossed in the game. I begin to pull out the small book slowly. *It's not like Rune's going to know if I take a peek at his book.* *Oof. Alright. If it is indeed a diary, I'll put it back.* Holding that thought, I take out the book. I peer at the small green thing that is an inch longer than my palm. It is encased in old leather and there is a pencil attached to the side.