The Notebook What Do You Want Quote Novels & Stories

"One more thing. Ms. Rena isn't as careless as you described. She's someone thoughtful and gentle. Before your birthday last year, she asked me for advice on choosing a watch for you." His eyes fell to Josh's bare wrist, then he added with a faint scoff, "But it seems to me you didn't care about it at all."

" Lucian seemed to have something to say, but in the end, he just gave a light kiss on my forehead and hurriedly left. Seeing him gradually fading away, I walked to open the fridge that had been ignored all along. The cold air hit my face, and I took out the gift box that had been forgotten for many days and put it on the table. Then I placed the severance decree beside the gift box. Dragging my suitcase out the door, I never looked back. The pack airport was bustling with werewolves. When the plane was taking off and I was about to have a rest, Lucian mindlinked me,

’ A laugh bubbled up in my throat before I could stop it. Harsh. Humorless. “Of course,” I murmured. “They gave my worst impulses a megaphone.” “Clara,” Coleman said carefully. “You don’t have to continue this right now.” “I know,” I said. I thought of the notebook on my kitchen table. What do I want if no one else is in the room? I looked at the blinking cursor. And realized, with a cold certainty, that whatever this thing was, however fragmented or emergent or curated—

"I know. I love it." "She looked at me three times like she was deciding whether to trust me." "She was." I stacked the containers. "What did you decide about her?" "That she's exactly what you needed, and I'm glad you have her." He leaned against the counter. "What did she decide about me?" "Ask her yourself." He smiled. "Fair." We stood there for a moment, the kitchen quiet, the night outside the window doing nothing dramatic. Just existing between us. "The fifth notebook," I said. "Do you want it?"

The house was quiet again. I placed the teddy bear beside the bed and stared at the notebook. This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real. But it was. And I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be ready. So I did the only thing I could do. I wrote one last line. I don’t want to be bought. I just want to be chosen. And I hoped that somewhere in the mansion’s endless silence, someone would see it. I stared at the last line I’d scribbled in the notebook.

She's even smaller than me that she should stand on a chair if she wanted to get my attention. "Technically, I lost my notebook which contains your precious treasures," I said calmly, not even budging from my seat. I don't really mind losing that notebook. Besides, it’s not as if she was the one who wasted a few hours waiting in line for it. Only to get lost in the end.

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."

"That is why I am giving it to you. For now." "Huh?" "The words written in that notebook are all things I had to learn for the past years. If you really want to pursue your dream to be a movie director like me, that notebook will help you a lot. Just like what you had said, that notebook is precious to me. So once you achieve your dream job, you should return it to me. Got it?" "Director..." "Rhianne, this is an agreement between the two of us. You are not allowed to return that notebook to me until you become a full-fledged movie director who achieves a lot of recognition and awards. As your very first teacher, you should make me so proud of you."

LENA When I lost my notebook, I was panicking, thinking someone might take it and discover my poems, but seeing it in my desk, safe and sound was a relief for me. Only for me to open it and find out that Mr Knight read it and like that wasn't embarrassing enough, he left a note in it. “Aren't you going to answer me?” He asked, his gaze piercing through mine. It's always hard to concentrate when he's looking at me like that, my breaths get heavy and it doesn't help that he knows about my fantasy. “Y— You shouldn't have read it. I don't have to answer you.”

Sometimes it came with it. The Notebook That night, Elara sat at her desk with her notebook open. She hadn’t written since the inquiry ended — too much noise inside her head, too many echoes she couldn’t untangle. But now, with the distant sound of rain guttering against the windows, she let the pen move. Today the city saw me. Not everyone believed. But they looked at me. They spoke my name without spitting it out. That’s new. That’s dangerous. That’s hope.