Novel & Cerita The Notebook Novel By Nicholas Sparks

“I'm making spaghetti. It'll be ready soon. Sit down. We haven't all had breakfast yet.” “It's already ten o'clock,” said Celine as she spluttered. She pulled out the chair that was her portion. Meanwhile, on the other side, Sula was struggling with a piece of fruit. The beautiful woman was very careful with the knife. Celine was sure that it was not because of Ursual's incompetence in kitchen matters. But it was the delicate fingers covered in tosca polish that was the reason.

The Freezing Spell was off, and I was free! Could it be, could it be that the destined savior has appeared? Is she my MATE? But there was no one around me but myself. There was a strange notebook lying on the ground. It was set off conspicuously by the green leaves of ivy. It was brand new and definitely did not belong eight years ago. I picked it up and flipped through it. It contained many descriptions of the environment outside Poisoned Mist Forest. I was so excited that my hands began to tremble. This notebook definitely, definitely belongs to an outsider. She could very well be the prophesied destined savior!

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.

"Get out." "Without those keys, you have nothing," Jessica countered. "You’re the girl from the wrong side of the tracks who got lucky. But luck runs out when the man holding the umbrella dies. Give me the code to the vault, or I’ll let the board of directors strip this place bare by morning." "Noah left a notebook," Lydia said, her voice turning icy. "He wrote about the accounts. And he wrote about people like you." Jessica’s expression shifted to something predatory. "The notebook? Where is it?"

I said, even though my chest was tight. I missed Lucas every second. The only thing holding me together was revenge. Cold, sharp revenge. Sarah McLain was going to pay. Nick nudged something on the bench, trying to lighten the mood. "What’s this? Dark Book?" he asked, laughing a little. I froze. My heart stopped. He was holding it. The black notebook with "Dark Book" scrawled in silver ink. My plans. My revenge. Everything. Without thinking, I lunged for it, yanking it out of his hands.

he's always hard to read. "If you recommend it, then I'll find time to read it, Sapphire..." He locked his eyes on mine, looking at me deeply. My lips slowly turned to a sweet smile. I don't know why, but the way he said it made me feel special... The next day, I was too excited to wake up. I was holding my copy of The Notebook as I happily skipped off to Dom's cabin. I have the key, so I easily went inside. I walked through the hallway, and saw two paintings which I never noticed before.