The Notebook Parents Guide Novels & Stories

Crying couldn't bring back her dear dad, it couldn't cure her poor mom, and it couldn't make her stronger. She gently stroked the blue cover of the notebook, as if she could see her dad again. This notebook was given to her by her dad before he left home. She was only 5 years old, and she only knew how to write simple words. Bianca vividly remembered the scene that day, her dad put the notebook in her hands and said to her, "My Bianca is growing up. Can you do something for Dad? Whenever something is happening with Mom and you, write it down in this notebook. If you can't write, it's okay, you can draw! When Dad comes back, you can give this notebook back to Dad!"

The note book and the frame on the center table, He picked it up and stared intently at it . A brief smile formed on his face as he wiped the small particles of dust on the frame and dropped it on the table, he took the notebook as he sat on the nearby stool dragging the table towards him. He took a deep breath as he was about to open the book, something he had never done. Their Mother had told them before she died that the note book contained some crucial information that they were presently not mature enough to handle. He flipped it open reading out aloud the first page

My dad handed the notebook over again, "Hurry up and trade it! If you can get Chloe's biological father back, it means that our decision to take her and flee for our lives was the right one. It's the best decision Moira and I have made in our lives!" After taking a quick look at the notebook, Atlas went to grab it but turned to face my father, saying, "Don't you believe that by doing this, they'll have succeeded? You will remain the mastermind, too! All of Navi's impressive capital growth throughout the years is due to you. “You truly are indispensable to him. How many people have been injured by your "achievements"? Will you not face consequences if Interpol steps in to resolve this matter?

keeping everything inside - I have a feeling that at any moment I'll completely lose my mind because of what happened. That's why I have to write it all down and hide this notebook where no one can find it. Or at least, no one unauthorized. I have the feeling that if I'll disappear and they start looking for me, searching my room, the only person who might discover the hideout with the notebook is Leo. Of course, I would prefer no one to find it, because I'm not sure whether having this notebook will cause trouble for such a person. Therefore, all the more I would not want Leo to find it. Are you reding it now? Leo, if you found this notebook, stop reading and put it back where you found it

Lexa clenched her fist tightly and moved closer to the bookshelf and this time, taking her time to look at the contents of the book. The date on the book was when she was five years old, if she was not mistaken. However, the contents shocked her to the core. It contained a vicious note to her mother in text of red and skull form on the note. “You?........what is the meaning of this?” She folded the note into a ball and kept in her pocket. A video recorder too was tagged along with the book to the left side. She played the dusty recorder though it had some cracking, yet, still loud enough for her to grasp what they were saying.

While Seraphina was lost in sentimental memories, the young master had already opened the back panel of the frame. Seraphina blinked in surprise. “Didn’t you just say you’d treasure it? Why are you dismantling it already?” Before she could finish her sentence, he pulled out a brown leather notebook from behind the frame. The notebook wasn’t thick, and it fit perfectly into the space behind the back panel. Holding the notebook, he looked at her. “Looks like you’ve never seen this either?” She shook her head. She had no idea it was there. Judging from the look of it, though, it had to belong to her father.

Nathan accepted it carefully. "It isn't one of his journals." She nodded. "No." "It's a travel notebook." "He carried it whenever he attended international conferences." Amara looked hopeful. "Did he use it in Malta?" "I don't know." "My father never labelled his notebooks." Nathan opened the first page. Most entries recorded flight times. Hotel addresses. Telephone numbers. Nothing remarkable. Then, halfway through the notebook... One page had been folded inward. Nathan unfolded it gently. There was only one sentence written across the page.

She had been the one to help Mom through some of the pregnancy, although I had been told that Mom preferred to do things on her own. Betsy told me she wrote everything down in a notebook, but she didn’t know what happened to it after Mom died. Some of my memories were returning, I remembered bits and pieces of her always making notes in a blue and pink notebook. Mom had made it clear I wasn’t allowed to touch the book, but she had told me maybe one day, when I was old enough, I could read it. That day had come, but the notebook was gone, just like her. I blinked back tears and turned my focus back to the present. Dev was asleep to the left, but the space to my right was empty.

It wasn’t fair. “There’s more,” my mother said. I looked up. She opened the notebook to the last few pages. There was a drawing of a circle made up of dots. In the center, a vertical line ran through an open door. Below it, a short inscription. When the circle closes, the door will listen. My father leaned over the drawing. “That looks like the attacks.” “Yes,” said my mother. “What door?” I asked. The entire notebook seemed to hold its breath before she answered.

“Why keep these notes?” He doesn’t answer right away. “Because Arthur paid me to know what your family could survive if the truth ever came out,” he says at last. My laugh this time is ugly and real. “My family?” “The family around you. The people attached to the risk.” That is worse somehow. I flip to the last notebook. Different dates, years later. My hand starts shaking before I open it, Teen Records. I am age fifteen. School references. Neighborhood.