Novel & Cerita Quote From The Notebook What Do You Want

“You memorized it.” Brandon immediately understood. “He never needed the notebook.” Adrian nodded slowly afterward. “Exactly.” I looked toward Brandon afterward. “You knew?” “No.” He looked genuinely confused. “I didn’t know that.” I turned toward Adrian afterward. “So the notebook was useless?” “Not useless.” He pointed toward me. “It was created to help you remember.” I immediately looked at the black notebook. “Then why did I write inside it?” “Because you were afraid of forgetting.” My chest tightened afterward.

Minimal extra information can be a weapon in his hands. — But you also know that I have more to offer, if not, I wouldn't have come. — You said yourself that you're just waiting for me to remember. If you know something useful, start talking. — I say by throwing my notebook on your desk. Open on the page where I wrote my dream. He picks up the notebook and starts reading, as always to my displeasure, laughing. — I knew it reminds you already that I know the capacity of the Crown Prince's memory. But it remains impressive every time I look at it.—

**Caleb's POV** * I showed the notebook I found in High Altar to everyone, but I did not open it for anyone to see the contents. This notebook was definitely left by that special girl. The handwriting was not faded, so it was written just in the last few days. If anyone could tell me what was written in this notebook, that person would be my MATE. **Elizabeth's POV** * While I was making mushroom soup, I realized that I had lost my notebook.

she whispered into my ears. "How do you know that?" "Simple, I know you. Look at yourself. You are all dreamy and like a child who wants to be praised by a hero." Zadimus opened his book once again and read the content. To my surprise, the content was different in each page, it was not a diary but a notebook. He noted every single thing that seemed appropriate for him. The story legend was written in there too. I wondered why he wanted to tell us the story.

“I… uh…” His expression didn’t shift, but I caught the faintest flicker of disappointment in those storm-grey eyes before he called on someone else. That look stung worse than his indifference ever did. The rest of the class I spent writing. Not lecture notes — I had already christened this notebook with a new title in flowing script across the top: ~ The Book of Forbidden Desires ~ Underneath, I kept going:

Faye asks. He turns the notebook. He has written: Love is not enough if it requires not seeing. The table holds this for a moment. Irina looks at the notebook. "Yes," she says. "That is exactly right." She pauses. "You are fourteen years old and you are exactly right." "I read a lot," he says. "Clearly," she says.

Serena's POV Saturday morning. The Brooklyn apartment. The radiator making its argument. The view of the other building. The cafe on the corner preparing for the weekend rush. I was at the small table by the window with my coffee and my notebook. Not a strategy notebook. Not the kind I had kept for years. Lists of positions and leverage points and coordination strategies. This notebook was different. I had started it three weeks ago. At my friend's suggestion. She had said: *Write down what you actually want. Not what you've calculated. What you actually want.*

The day I got out of prison, my sister's adopted brother, Finn Andersen, livestreamed my homecoming. He shoved the camera in my face. "This is my brother. Even after being abused by thirteen people, he somehow found the strength to keep going." The comments blew up instantly. Evelyn Andersen frowned, but Finn just shrugged. Three years ago, I would've lost it. This time, I smiled at the camera. "Why shouldn't I keep living? They're the ones who deserve to be judged. They're the ones who should die. Not me." When we got home, it was the anniversary of our parents' deaths. Evelyn had Finn place flowers on their graves instead of me. I didn't stop her. When she gave Finn my room and stuc

Because I was the only one who knew it was a diary, everyone else knows it as a notebook. Silence greeted me. Even though I know that it was quite difficult to obtain the diaries through underground means, I still have my hope. I was about to give up, when the elderly gentleman, Mr. Eye of Notorary speak. “Are you talking about the Witch of Iceland Archmage?” My eyes almost sparkled, I restrain myself from showing any abnormal behavior and nodded calmly. "Yes, sir." Mr. Eye of Notorary nodded. "I don't have the whole notebook but only five pages of it, I'll sell it to you in 5 Nars."

"But but. I want Daddy!" "I want to0 sweetheart." "Daddy!" I cried. What did he meant? What did he mean? I think I finally know. It was only after I left did I have this dream over and over again. And from time to time, I understood. But first, I have to retrieve that notebook. No one. And I mean no one, is to have their hands on that notebook. 1 month has gone. They must have forgotten about me. 1 month. Plan A: Sneak in, dodge every attack and not kill, retrieve notebook, run and escape. Don't look at mate.