Notebook Novels & Stories

Thе nail fіlе іѕ tiny, аnd has a рlаѕtіс tоrtоіѕе ѕhеll hаndlе. Thеѕе things аrеn’t еvеn ѕlіghtlу іmрrеѕѕіvе to me аt first glаnсе. I’m looking for wеароnѕ, and wауѕ to escape. But I сhаngе mу mind whеn I ѕее the pages of thе first half of thе notebook are fіllеd wіth flоwеrу, cursive ѕсrірt.

Julian's POV She gave me the fourth notebook on a Tuesday. Left it with the doorman in an envelope with my name on it, no note inside. Just the notebook. Dark blue cover, softer than the green one, edges worn from being carried around. I read it in one sitting.

In this world, very few could genuinely understand her pharmaceutical concepts. She kept her poker face, reiterating, "I'm not the one who bought the medicinal herbs yesterday." Natalie raised an eyebrow. "As for the content in this notebook, it's admittedly absurd." Natasha went along with the misunderstanding. Natalie's face showed growing disdain. A proud smile emerged. "Oh?" "This notebook is my everyday companion for documenting my pharmaceutical studies. As a beginner, I'm bound to make some mistakes," Natasha explained. The more Natalie listened, the more radiant her smile became. She was seemingly pleased with Natasha's

After all, everywhere is okay with him. Not so long after, they reached the study area on ​​the field. There are four tables under a big tree. He was about to sit down when he noticed a notebook under the table. A colored black notebook with a plastic cover. It was located in the middle of the table, that’s why it doesn’t get wet from the rain. He immediately took it and stared at it for a moment. He immediately saw the name on its cover. "Infinity Ramos." He read it. There is also a note there with a cellphone number. If it is lost and found, please contact her at that number.

" Open it. Smiling like a child on Christmas Eve, Alexis did so, to find a very thin notebook inside. Cannot prevent an exclamation. " This is a state"of"the"art computer. – he explained, opening the device. – Comes equipped with modern 3D graphics software. You can place your projects here and view them whenever you need. It will help you a lot at work! " Ethan... " there she was again, emotional, with so much consideration and affection on his part. " You shouldn't...

Inside were only ordinary office supplies. Pens. Paper clips. Old notebooks. Nothing important. Samantha sighed quietly. "I don't think there's anything useful left." Phillip didn't answer. His eyes remained fixed on the desk. "I remember..." He murmured. "Charles always kept one notebook." Aizen looked up. "A notebook?" Phillip nodded. "Black leather." "He carried it everywhere." "He never trusted computers for important notes." Ella immediately searched the drawer again. Nothing. The notebook wasn't there.

Nothing could bring Catherine back. The notebooks had been neatly labeled by month and year, which made them easy enough to locate. There were two of them, both with dark green covers, their mottled spines worn where silverfish had chewed away at the edges. I carried them downstairs to the study, switched on the light, and began to read. The pages were A4, ruled with precision, each entry marked with the date and time in the margin. Assessment details, observations, medical notes—everything carefully recorded.

The notebook's cover is a half blue and half pink and there's a bold lettering for the word 'mommy'. 'Is this a dairy?' He smiled again and took the notebook out. He sat on the floor and began to flip the pages. At first, it is just only an introduction of who is the owner and what she feels at first. 'She wanted to talk about something with me but she can't utter a single word when she has changed to speak.' He scanned every page of the notebook but found that some pages have torn. Meaning, some important notes and has a critical truth about how Sandra feels has been missing.

I turned off my phone and cried all the way home. I went straight to the refrigerator to grab my wine. I needed to calm my nerves. I pulled out my phone, turned it on, and called Kita. "Hey , girl what's up? I'm kind of in the middle of some." She answered the phone out of breath. "Nothing, just call me back when you get time."

climbed into my head . The inspector grabbed the note like a hound dog a fox. Uper in the laboratory. There, specialists: handwriting experts, chemists, psychiatrists and all the others will dissect it into parts in order to find out who produced the paper, ink, where and when they sold it, what disorders the person who wrote it suffers from ... If this helps to save Kitty in any way ...