Notebook Novels & Stories

Gior asked, but was shut down by Aesthelia's glare. Aesthelia does not want any noise at the moment. She is trying to intercept the message in the book. It is a miracle she can recognize some of the characters in it. If she could have something she normally used in her original world, She would like to have headphones because it helps her as a reader and writer avoid unnecessary interference. "First, I have to make..." Aesthelia trailed off as she scanned the hand-drawn magic circle at the upper part of the page. It was a surprise for her to find out that this book was actually a handwritten one.

My hand was shaking as I was accepting their request. I also had more than a thousand notifications, thanks to Noah's tag on my name on his post. I was browsing my I*******m account when I saw Anne's latest I*******m post. Her post kill all the excitement that I felt earlier. It was a picture of her and Andrew. It was a candid shot. They look happy and in love. Anne's caption says it all. "Partner"

I was planning on waiting anyway. I had left my phone on the coffee table next to his laptop. When I began looking around, I saw that the notification light was blinking. I reached out to take it. “Had someone called?” “No. I think you had a message though.” Hiro-san replied. “I did not check.” It definitel was a message and it had surprised me enough to make me sit straight up on reading it. “It’s from Hikaru-nii.” “Hikaru?” Hiro-san stopped what he was doing and looked at my phone as I opened the message. There were just two words on the screen-

LUNA Somewhere in this world, there are beaches. Somewhere in this world, there is a girl like me, strolling barefoot on the sand, inhaling the salt air, tanning under the sun. Somewhere in this world, there is a girl like me, running along the shores, her hair swaying in the wind, her eyes so bright, her laugh so loud that everyone looking at her wonders how happy her life is. —Luna's journal Smile. Don't show your teeth. Open your eyes. Don't open your mouth. Smile.

“Thank you.” “Is that all, Your Highness?” “Yes, Reid. Good night.” “Good night, Prince Jarren.” I hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. I picked up the book off my desk and propped myself against the headboard. I looked at the cover. “What to Expect When You’re Expecting .”Yes, I was reading a pregnancy book. I wasn’t sure how much of it would relate to Jillie and me since our baby wasn’t human, well, not completely human, but I was finding out many different little facts. It was…fascinating.

I give him a slow, deliberate smile and a sharp wink. I’ve got this, husband. Konstantin stares at me for a beat, his hands resting flat on the table. A dark amusement flickers in his eyes, though his face remains stone. He leans in just an inch, his voice washing over my ear. “What is the notebook for, zhenshchina?” “Just some notes, Mr. Morozov,” I murmur, keeping my eyes fixed forward as the projector screen flickers to life. “I like to keep track of the details.”