Note Book Buku Kecil Novels & Stories

"Through writing.] -- Mallory was led towards a small cabin deeper inside the underground forest. It looked abandoned, and as expected, it was dusty and dirty outside. The cabin contained the basic necessity for it to be called a comfortable home. A bed, a kitchen, a table and chairs, and a bookshelf. Mallory looked at the bookshelves, and one caught her attention. It was a notebook. Unlike others which were created beautifully, it was a notebook that looked like it had faced hardship in its whole life.

I don’t know if it’s just me or the classroom was a bit off, everyone seemed to be discussing something interesting, and I can’t help but wonder what I missed. As I approached my desk, I stepped on a hard-cover notebook, I frowned slightly, who left such a cute notebook in the center of the classroom, I bent to reach for it, apart from having a pretty cover, it also had small cute lemon stickers on it, and a very familiar scent. Something that reminds me of Valentina, I flipped the cover open and was greeted by the very beautiful handwritten that inscribed the name “Valentina” very prettily. This was her notebook, then what was it doing here, she was a book freak, who loved her books very mu

Nathan accepted it carefully. "It isn't one of his journals." She nodded. "No." "It's a travel notebook." "He carried it whenever he attended international conferences." Amara looked hopeful. "Did he use it in Malta?" "I don't know." "My father never labelled his notebooks." Nathan opened the first page. Most entries recorded flight times. Hotel addresses. Telephone numbers. Nothing remarkable. Then, halfway through the notebook... One page had been folded inward. Nathan unfolded it gently. There was only one sentence written across the page.

THE LOST NOTEBOOK THE DAY HER father was arrested, Svetlana lost her notebook. The notebook was important because all the latest definitions were there, written down in her careful round script. She searched for it everywhere: under the roll-up top of her desk, where balls of blotting paper nested like spider eggs; at the bottom of her satchel where she discovered an ink-stained white ribbon; on the floor of the classroom, crawling between the rows of desks until she was chased away by old Aunt Sonya, the cleaner.

She was like her savior. “Here… I have always cut all the cute and pretty dresses for you whenever I have my chance.” She revealed her secret notebook which was A4 size and thick as a holy book. “Oh…” Shadow was amazed. “You are prepared.” “Of course!”

She looked at me. Her words made me speechless. How can I answer her when I haven't found it yet? He was there. He didn't meet her. Is it because of the spat between us? Sometimes this little girl makes me feel speechless. "Well, Keep that tab. Don't know what kind of books you read!" I tried to get the tab from her hands but she pulled it back. "It's the notebook" She pouted. "It's Ipad" I corrected her. "No no, the book's name is The Notebook. Ryan Gosling is in the film. I like him"

The address is xxxxx. She even sent a few pictures over. One of them was a picture of a simple box with some clothes that had turned yellow. It was obvious that they were outdated, and the fashion was popular back then. Apart from that, there was a picture of a hardcover notebook that was popular decades ago. There were a few stickers of popular rock stars of that era on the cover of the notebook, and on the first page, a few words were written in pen with strong strokes.. 'Connie's Notebook'