Ultimate Note Novels & Stories

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Even with his face bruised and swollen, he still flashed me a reckless smile. If only time could have stayed there. He personally placed my hand into Julian's. "I’m handing her to you myself. Don't end up like me. Don't break her." A light breeze lifted petals into the air. Julian held my hand tightly, his eyes filled with love so intense it was almost overflowing. "I won't." After that, news of the alliance dominated headlines for an entire month. Julian transferred all of his shares in the Cross family to me, publicly stating that he was only holding them in trust.

His eyes held mine, pouring all his love, all his faith, into that one look. And then I heard it. Faintly, from the comms unit on his belt, a tiny, tinny version of the melody he’d played in the park. He must have had it on a loop. A reminder. Asturias. I typed the word. The console flared with light. A pure, resonant tone filled the room, a single, perfect note that built into a wave of energy. On the main screen, the Ouroboros countdown froze. >REMEDIATION PROTOCOL… TERMINATED.

All because of me. But who could blame me? If only they knew all I had in my head? If only they knew of Lijeria...a place where they should hope they never hear of. If only they knew that the future of the Supernatural world relied on my little Lucas. Rather, the future of the Supernatural world relied on Lucas never taking that bracelet off his wrist. Never. Just as I was lost in deep thoughts, I heard a knock. With my magic I could sense who it was. “Oh, not you too.” I whispered under my breathe, and went to the door.

The moment she left I kept contemplating on whether to listen to what's on the tape or not. Fuck it! I kept the tape recorder aside and tried to sleep. I just kept on tossing & turning because of the curiousness. Arrrgghh...! I got up & taking my earphones I put the recorder on. Good night, Jaan. I missed you alot today. I made your favourite caramel custard and then ate it all alone. I am sorry for what I've done. But from today this is the way I am going to talk to you. The first voice note said and a tear escaped my eye.

did. I finish reading the entry with a sinking feeling in my chest. With deep, calm, and serene breaths, I rip the page off of the notebook. The memories crumple beneath my fingers as I destroy old grievances. I walk out and find the silver bin. I open it and let all my anger, betrayal, sadness, and resentment go and watch as the piece of paper falls inside.

Deep stuff, right? My phone chimed with a message, interrupting my thoughts. I struggled to get up, stumbling towards the couch and grabbing my phone. I squinted my eyes at my screen, staring at the message. It was from Dante. Dante: Rosa mentioned you did well today. Me: Who the heck is Rosa? An imaginary fairy godmother? Dante: Huh? Are you okay? Me: Am I okay? Our house plant is totally judging us for singing Frank Ocean while lying on the floor.

If he failed, it would be as if he were just playing for the girl. In that dizzy spell, he kept typing and deleting it again and again, the cellphone he left beside him beeped and lit up, showing a notification from someone he never expected. Lia's name is listed there, she uses a caps lock in her message plus an exclamation point. At first, he was going to silence the message, but when Aini's name appeared in the message, Arjuna immediately finished all his work and left his office.

“You know it’s never too late to pursue that dream of being a standup comic.” He grinned. “Duke the Cable Guy’s gotta a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” “Sure, your catch phrase could be “I’ll get ‘r done… tomorrow.” “How ’bout this for a catch phrase? ‘Hey, Minus. Shut your Yankee mouth or I’ll put a boot in your fuckin’ ass.’” “Perfect, we’ll call Carnegie Hall for a booking as soon as we’re done here,” he said picking up the ledger. “Now, what the hell am I lookin’ at?”