The Notebook Rating Novels & Stories

Brian rolls his eyes but keeps reading the rest of her notebook which she draws sometimes. At Afternoon. Suzy pouts while spinning on the bed after Listening to her Dad's storytelling. " Dadda! Where is the rest of the books? I want to read them. Mommy can draw cutely!" The Notebook, that Brian was searching for is here left by Charlotte accidentally. Edward pinches Suzy's nose, knowing that she will whine until she gets an answer. " You should ask your Mama about the rest of the book. Let me work!"

A deep crack spread across its leather cover. Golden dust began falling from the ceiling. The First Reader finally spoke. His voice trembled. "Do not let him touch the notebook." The boy laughed softly. "I don't need to." "It already belongs to me." At that moment... the silver symbol on the notebook changed. It was no longer glowing. It was breaking apart. Adrian stepped protectively in front of the desk. "Who are you?" The boy's eyes met his. There was sadness within them. Not anger. Not hatred.

Thanks to the hat, I know the upper part of my face is covered now. "Really, sir?" Sir? Do I really look old? I took her notebook with a frown on my face. "Nice." I was stunned to hear myself say that. "Really, sir? Thank you." When I looked at him, I was stunned when I saw the blush on her cheek. Beautiful smile. She's the kind of person that can make someone stop and just watch her. I looked at her notebook again. Her writing is so beautiful. Even her mistakes are not messy to look at. I started to understand what was in her notebook. This is easy. Quadratic equation.

Satisfied she was alone, she reached into the mattress and pulled out a small, plain black notebook. With trembling hands, she flipped it open and began to write frantically, her expression shifting between guilt, longing, and raw fear. When she finally stopped, she closed the notebook with a sigh and carefully slid it back under the mattress, concealing it from sight. Soren’s curiosity ignited instantly. He immediately picked up his phone and called the head of his security team. “Retrieve that notebook from the suite tonight while she’s asleep. Do it quietly and bring it to me.” Two hours later, one of his men delivered the small black notebook in a sealed envelope. Soren waited until he w

The study window is dark. The blue notebook is inside. On the desk. Between the law books and the biographies. "Okay," I say. "Okay?" "Yes. I will read it." "Now?" "Now." --- We go inside. Damon walks to the study. He opens the drawer. He takes out the notebook. Blue. Leather. The pages are worn. The spine is cracked. He has read it and reread it and read it again. He hands it to me. His hands are shaking.

She gets up and goes to get her breakfast. Valentina opens the eighteenth notebook to the first page — the one she just started, the one that says: Sixty-one. The right depth. She adds below it: Noa, November, fifteen years old. 'They reach inward instead of outward.' The whole argument for the fourth book, in one sentence. The annual review, complete. The eighteenth notebook, begun. The right depth. Always.

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"I call dibs." Jane groaned and Lia just shook her head, eating her ice-cream. This was fun. Three women hanging out and talking about stuff without judgement and discrimination. It was nice to have a circle you could trust. "The notebook." Lydia cheered and Jane groaned. Lia agreed with Jane. The notebook was soo overrated. "Nope, pick something else." Lia said, pointing at Lydia with her spoon. "There are tons of other great choices we can stick to." "There's this new movie, YOU. It's really really great." Jane said, chewing her nails and Lia smacked her arm.

Anabella tightened her grip around the half-drawn blade. Inside her head, Nyx went silent for one long second before whispering with completely inappropriate admiration, “Okay… that was actually smart.” AUTHOR’S NOTE. (Hello anyone still here, sorry for late updates, updates starts today, this book is in a contest so please support with whatever little you have, thanks, please comment, vote and support, I sincerely appreciate)

“ Then let's sit and watch the movie, okay? What would you like to watch?” “ The notebook” “ The notebook?” It was an old classic to me and although I have watched it initially, I could only remember bits and pieces of it as they didn't cluster that way to me anymore. “Yes, that's what I want to watch, the notebook, is that okay with you?” I threw a glance at her because I knew whatever she wanted went and we had to go with it, dropping to the chair beside her, I held out the bowl of popcorn to her.