Notebook Novels & Stories

- He checked in his notebook before speaking to his friend. - Okay, when he arrives send him up. - she ordered, and proceeded to the executive elevator. She put some lip gloss on her mouth, since she didn't use any lipstick, and went into her office. As always, everything remained in place. The desk in front of the airy windows, with the computer on one side and the notebook on the other. Linna also thought this unnecessary until she understood that with the notebook it is much easier to sign contracts, and the computer to perform the online services and also check the price tables and people. The

“Looks like you’ve been busy today.” “Yeah. I ran out of data. I’ll have to start going to the library more,” Renee sighed. Jesse looked down at the things in his lap. There were crude sketches of what looked like tables. He moved that aside and found a notebook underneath. It had figures on it. He skimmed over it thinking that it was for the wedding until he noticed a repeat of Uber. Then there was internet with a question mark and library beside it. He noticed the total at the bottom. It was a big sum.

"Hey? So I have a perpetual lack of an attention span. And unfortunately its run out, bye." °°° "So... Tell me about yourself." Zack whispers. "Why?" The technical equipment smothers my body. Making it slightly more time consuming to move, I've got the basics; knives, mini soldering iron, pliers, copper wire. Just some essentials. A small computer was too much for me to carry as well, so Cole has it for me. Along with all the other ammunition Cole and Zack carry, it's probably heavier on his body than it would have been in mine. But he doesn't seem too affected.

She pulled the weathered black notebook into the exact center of the morning light. The cardboard cover was scuffed at the corners, the edges frayed from the damp weeks she had spent hiding it inside the lining of her coat while relegated to the secondary quarters. This wasn't a sleek piece of aluminum hardware synced to a corporate cloud. It carried no network cards. It had no biometric bypasses that a machine-learning script could mimic or manipulate. It was a completely analog fortress of raw truth.

My notebook lay open beside my laptop, filled with observations that somehow felt more personal than professional. Before closing it, I added one last line. Still impossible to read.

The leather-bound notebook was a small rebellion. It was not his workaday tablet, nor the family schedule on the kitchen fridge. This was personal, discretionary, analog. He had bought it at a busy, dusty stationery store in the Village, the kind that reeked of ink and old paper, light-years from the glass-and-steel reasonableness of his day-to-day life. Its cover was a dark, plush navy, blank and awaiting. It was heavily weighted in his hands.

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.

A complicated, brilliant, infuriatingly compassionate person who was systematically dismantling my carefully constructed understanding of myself. "You're staring," Eli said without looking up from his laptop during our Monday morning production review. "I'm not," I said, which was a lie. I was definitely staring. I'd been staring for approximately forty-five seconds while watching him make notes in a way that was completely focused and somehow magnetic. "You are," Eli said, finally looking at me. "Every time you think I'm not paying attention, you look at me like you're trying to figure out how I work." "I'm not," I said again, because I didn't know how to admit that I was actually trying to

He flipped through it, and every page of the notebook was filled with words, written neatly and elegantly. He turned his head and said, "Mom, I found a notebook!" Yasmine had just finished blow-drying his hair. She turned off the switch and placed it on the countertop, then took the notebook from Layne's hand. This is a pink notebook that is approximately three centimeters thick, with a matte leather cover and a very good texture. Yasmine opened it, and on the title page it said, "To my beloved daughter." The time was recorded four years ago.

"my thoughts exactly, what you got in mind?" "Our hidden firework stash in the barn" "Yes," Acre says with a big grin, I can feel the excitement radiating off him, his wolf Forest is jumping around with excitement and Abyss my wolf he's just as excited, he's tipping at me. All of a sudden I feel Acres excitement deflate and Forest is on alert, Acre has frozen staring at the t.v. screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear