Notebook Novels & Stories

I waved both of my hands, hoping she would know that I am grateful. "Oh right, I forgot..." She said before she reached in to the front pocket of her pink apron. The woman pulled out a pink mini notebook with a snap button and a small pen tucked in the gap of the strap. "Here." She said as she offered me the notebook. Accepting the book with both of my hands, I looked down at it with confusion. "I thought it might come in handy. Besides it's small enough to fit in to a wide pocket so you can carry it anywhere." The woman said.

The notebook is a cheap spiral-bound thing I bought in a stationery shop in Brooklyn three weeks ago, before I knew what I was packing for. The cover is blue cardboard, already soft at the corners. Inside are eleven days of transcriptions, every deed and manifest and shipping record I have translated, every note I have made in the margins, every photograph reference I have logged. The pages are filled with my handwriting, small and precise, the handwriting of someone who learned early that words left room are words that can be used against you.

"Of course, sir." The door closed. Silence returned. For several moments, Sebastian ignored the notebook. Or tried to. An acquisition report waited on his screen. A dozen emails required responses. Investors expected updates. The board wanted answers. Yet ten minutes later, he realized he had reread the same paragraph six times. His attention kept drifting. Toward the notebook. Finally, he reached for it. The cover felt soft from years of use. His thumb brushed the edge. Then he opened it.

Blair was curious about the content of the notebook she had found but her uncle didn't allow her to know what it was all about. It's eleven in the evening but Ferran is still up and one by one, he searches the names written in that notebook. Simon Ferran and Reevecus Asyl Leviste's names were also written in that notebook. Almost all the names of the people written are well-known and popular in the field of business.

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I guess I'm dreaming. Maybe he wants you to accept that he's sexy? If you want that Mr. playjerk then I'm telling you that is not going to happen. Keep telling yourself that. I mentally slapped my inner voice. I need to focus, I need to ask him about his notebook. "Cole give me your notebook so that I can write all the formulas which we're going to use." "Notebook?" "Yeah, a small book with blank or ruled pages for writing notes, got it?"

It was the kind of store that felt personal, like someone had actually thought about every single thing on the shelves instead of just filling them with whatever was on sale. I could see leather journals, nice pens and those little desk things that looked both useful and pretty. Maya picked up a notebook bound in dark brown leather. "What about this? Simple. Classic. Won't make anyone's voice go weird." I took it from her. The leather was smooth and warm in my hands. The pages inside were thick, the kind that make writing feel important even if you're just making a grocery list. "He writes things down," I said slowly. "Lists. Plans. Stuff for work. Stuff for u

"There is." The honesty caught both Elena and Nina by surprise. He reached into his briefcase again, this time withdrawing a worn leather notebook no larger than a passport. The cover had softened with age, and the corners were rounded from years of careful handling. "I debated for a long time whether to bring this." He placed it gently on the table. "It doesn't belong to the Institute." Elena looked at the notebook but made no move to touch it. "Whose is it?" "It belonged to Professor Markus Weiss."

After we'd calmed down I asked, "Is that an Android tablet?" "Yeah, it's been really handy during class. There's a cool note taking app that allows me to either type or scribble with my finger. The app website stores my notes. I even get them sent to my laptop while I'm writing papers or doing homework, without having to manually transfer anything." "John told me they even have movies and TV shows on them now." He nodded. "Do you guys use a streaming service?"

If he won't even name it then it's contents have to be juicy. I think grabbed the files he has on each of us. I wanted to read it all so badly, but I know I will have to wait to read it. I don't have time to stop and really look at anything right now. I grabbed the file labeled Phoenix and then the one labeled project Z. "He's been scribbling everything in that black notebook over there. You may want to look through that too." Zion suddenly spoke. I looked at him curiously. "Thanks." I told him.