Notebook Novels & Stories

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> The eighth notebook was not Seren's. This surprised her when she understood it — she had been expecting her own notebooks to be the ones that mattered in the way that Ivory Voss's four notebooks mattered, had been building toward the possibility of adding her own notebooks to the archive's permanent record. She had filled two already. They were good notebooks. They contained real thinking. But the eighth

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IS ARCANA GOING TO BE ON A****N OR BARNES AND NOBLES? I am happy to announce that Arcana is going to be published independently. I know you must have been wondering where it will be available. The truth is I am torn between two options: A****n and Barnes & Noble. I have tested A****n as a publishing platform and do not find it favourable but using another platform is a risk I do not I am willing to take. Having got some tips to utilize A****n better, I am still not sure if I am willing to use it.

“Every trace.” 😱 “The world forgot she ever existed.” ⸻ 🌙 The Notebook Without warning— One notebook fell from a shelf. 📖 Landing at Ilyaan’s feet. Its cover contained only one word. ✨ LYRA ✨ 😱 Aariz looked horrified. “That notebook shouldn’t exist.” 💀 Slowly… Ilyaan opened it. The pages were blank. Completely blank. 🌙 Then words started appearing by themselves. As if someone invisible was writing.

Just honestly, which I was finding was a different thing entirely from what I used to think honesty between us felt like. He reached into his jacket pocket and put something on the table between us. A small notebook. Slim, good paper, the kind you could feel the quality of just by looking. The cover was a deep blue. I looked at it. "It's not a gesture," he said. "It's just a notebook. You can throw it away if you want." I picked it up. It was exactly the right size. The kind that fits in the pocket of a jacket or a large bag without you having to think about it.

I joke back at her with a wink. We sit down, having some general conversation, drinking some wine that probably costs as much as my house payment, and dipping some bread in olive oil. The waiter returns and we order some appetizers and put our meal order in, so he doesn’t have to come back and interrupt our conversation. Colt begins talking to Gunnar about a new project they are testing and how there is a huge waitlist once it becomes ready to order. Apparently, Colt isn’t just an amazing Alpha and man, but his brain has a knack for techy things too. What isn’t this man good at for fuck’s sake?! Their new idea is a border detection system to keep rogues out, still in Phase 1 I’m hearing, but

I opened the message and arch my brows at his statement. UNKNOWN NUMBER: You left your notebook. I stared at the screen confused. Did I? I remember taking it with me when I left him at the rink to take pictures of the facility and even when I came back for one more round of question I remember putting it in my bag. Immediately I looked down toward my bag near the couch as I move to search it thoroughly but suprising the notebook I had tucked inside was no where to be found. Oh fuck! My notebook was missing, but how?

"Shrina ..." She held up a hand. "I know. You're with Zander. It was just odd." She pulled out a notebook and opened it. "Anyway, I found some weird stuff written in this yesterday and wanted to ask you about it." I bent toward the notebook. A picture of a dark shape, kind of like a monster with its mouth gaping open was expertly illustrated across its lined pages, but I didn't understand its significance. I gave her questioning look. "So?" "This was Bobby's notebook. Look again." She shoved the notebook closer to my face.

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.

Rose still looked at me with unsure eyes but Iris and Jasmine seemed to have warmed to me, thankfully. "Lilly, why don't you show him around the house and then we'll all head to bed" Iris suggested. Lilly sighed and nodded. I looked at her and she nodded for her to follow me. She walked around the house and showed me the bathrooms and her mother's and aunt's rooms along with the study. I was intrigued with the study. It had curious books everywhere along with plants. There was a desk but also a work table with all sorts of bottles and jars and drying plants on it.

Once they were all out, I called the trembling girl over to my side and pointed at the computer. "I have a special application that arranges all my work, I don't use anything other than the app. You use the app to take notes and arrange your schedules, appointments, food tables, and even the requests of customers. Each work has its font and size, you can't use the same thing for all. When using bullet points, I prefer Roman numbering. You get to arrange my work with the calendar. This document contains everything, my schedule, time, food table, etc. Now arrange them with the app. Let's see how well you'll do."