The Notebook Sequel Novels & Stories

He read the entries from the village hall and Raymond's second letter and the March Saturday and the practice understanding itself. He thought about the fourteenth notebook as the current notebook — not the last, the current. He thought about the fifteenth notebook waiting. He looked at the shelf where the notebooks lived and thought about the space after the fourteenth — the space where the fifteenth notebook would go, the attending observations not yet made, the vocabulary not yet given, the inside view not yet drawn. He thought: the shelf has space for many more.

The twenty-first notebook closed, the first page of the twenty-second blank. She opens the twenty-second notebook. Writes on the first page: March, sixty-seventh year. The fourth book sent. The practice continues. What comes next. What comes next is what always comes next. The next day, made correctly. The bowl, made again. Four books. Still at the desk. Still choosing.

"I tried my best to take her away from you. Because You will only hurt each other. But none of you listen... and that is the good thing, and this is the bad thing... Peach's death." Mourge extended her hands with a book. "This is Peach's magical notebook. You know this notebook because you have it once." With a shaky hand, Sevastian grab the notebook and Mourge stand up. "Just another chapter. That's the tittle of Peach's last maestra. And you are the protagonist in it. The two of you. You never came out of your shell. That is why I just give it to you right now. What a timing right? I hope soon you'll get better Sevastian..."

“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.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the end of the first book. I will definitely be creating a sequel that will continue on from here. As I've recently had a baby, it might take a little bit! Hopefully not too long though. Thank you so much for the support. I've been blown away by the love for my story :)

Then my life took a quick turn after doing what no one had the courage to. Pranking the prank king The end. AUTHOR'S NOTE THAT YOU MUST READ. First, thank you for reading this book to the end, thank you for the support, thank you for waiting while I had writer's block and stuff like that and thank you for every effort made to read this book to the end. However, there is a sequel that would be published very soon titled French Rose. I would let you know when the book is out. If you need a book to read, I have other stories published on this app so go check them out and let me know what you think.

We are profoundly grateful that you personally chose to document this experience fully, rather than allowing your own experience to remain, as so many others sadly have, only partially preserved for those who come after. That evening, Selene reads the entire letter aloud to Caden, and finds herself thinking carefully about the small notebook she began years and years ago now, in a rented Silvermere apartment with almost nothing to her name, the private record that has since traveled faithfully through so many different versions of her life since then, and understands clearly that this new formal account, considerably larger in scope and more carefully polished, still carries the exact same e

Books and jewelry, notepads and pens, even dried flowers hanging from the wall that had collected mold at some point. Despite how everything had obviously aged in her absence, the room itself was strange…like she’d only just left. Sebastian wandered to her bedside table and picked up a notebook. He gave the pages a gentle turn in his palm, his thoughtful eyes roving over the words inside. Xavier wandered in behind me. “Is something wrong?” He gave Sebastian a passing glance. “We don’t have a lot of time here.” Sebastian shook his head and placed the book back down. I caught the title with my eyes as he slid it carefully back into place.

Worse than I ever expected. My breath caught. I needed to stop. I needed to close these folders, put everything back, and pretend I never saw any of it. But part of me couldn’t move. The room felt smaller. The air felt thinner. And I couldn’t get Severiano’s voice out of my head. Stay here. Yeah. He definitely didn’t mean “stay and uncover every secret I own.” I took a slow breath and forced myself to focus. There was one more stack of papers beneath the folders. A small black notebook.

Enough to make people mistake her. Amelia. I held my breath. My fingers pinched the edge of the photo until the border bent. Zane had already started putting this puzzle together. At least part of it. He already knew enough to be suspicious of Erick. Maybe even before I was ready to see it. The black notebook next to the folder suddenly looked very interesting. Like a paper version of Pandora’s box. I opened it. The first page only had a date. Four months ago. Under it, a short list.