Novel & Cerita What Do You Want From The Notebook

Her soft, sweet presence is steady and light, like the smell of a freshly baked dessert. And like with dessert, I want to grab her and pull her close. However, I hold myself back, not wanting to create any tension. We’ve been on good terms since we got back from the witch’s cottage, but I don’t want to push her too fast. “I tried to remember the suppliers, delivery runners, and any other people who might have had access to the storage,” she tells me, flipping to the third page of the notebook. By the slightly scribbled font, I can tell she wrote this in a hurry. “Some of it might be the same as what you found in Logan’s laptop, but I wanted to write everything just in case.”

I set it on the table and opened it to a fresh page. Caleb's eyes follow the notebook. Then me. Then away. "What is that?" he asks. "Nothing you need to see." He nods. His throat moves like he is swallowing something hard. He wants to ask more. I can see it in the way his mouth opens, then closes. The way his hands curl at his sides. But he does not ask. He turns and walks back to the couch. I sit at the table and stare at the notebook. The page is blank. White. Waiting.

Was it perhaps? There was a flash of discomfort a tiny crack in her well-planned triumph. The notebook. That fucking journal. It was a liability as well as an idiotic childish thing full of Ivys innocent ideas and observations. It included information on Sloans whereabouts schedule and secrets. the very things they were attempting to reveal.

Was there any other thing that she could have said? Luca nodded with a smile too. “That is great. I am in a bit of a hurry, but I brought you something that I think could be of help to you,” he said, and pulled a small notebook from his pocket. Natalie creased her brows as she looked at the book. “What is it?“ She asked. But the more she looked at the book, the dizzier she began to feel. Luca helped her put the notebook into her pockets. “You don't have to go through it now,” he said. “It is something you valued so much in your childhood. Go through it later on, okay?“

He was watching them too. Then he looked at me. I looked back at my notebook. Very normal. Very fine. "You always carry that thing everywhere?" he asked. I looked up. He was still looking at me. "The notebook?" He nodded once. "Pretty much," I said. "What do you write in it?" I blinked. That wasn't a question I expected. "Notes," I said carefully. "For class mostly. And sometimes other things." "Like what?" "Just… thoughts." He looked at the notebook for a second.

My words made her smile. “I’m old, but yeah. I still know how to use gadgets. But I want you to have this.” She offered it to me. “I can’t take that.” I pushed it back. “There’s nothing in here, dear. And you don’t have to write down Romare’s schedule. I want you to have this.” “Why?” I asked out of curiosity. “I feel like you will stay longer, and you can write down anything you want in this notebook.” “Thank you.” I hesitantly took it from her. “Any advice?”

"What I can't figure out is inside you have random notes. Doctor's appointments, a breakfast order for you and Aspen, something here about making sure you Google how to bathe guinea pigs. I didn't see anyone you want to throat punch." "Only because there hasn't been time to add your name yet." I smile through the insult in case he takes it seriously. Marissa is such a wonderful influence. "Why are you going through my stuff?" Hudson tosses the notebook in my lap. "Because when a man sees a purple notebook with a unicorn and the words people I want to throat punch, it pretty much guarantees he has to pick it up and look inside." I consider his answer for a few seconds and then decide he's rig

“You wanted to see me sir?” “Yes, I see that you have a notebook in your hand. Can you hand that over?” “It’s my own personal property so I don’t have to do that.” “That maybe the case but from what I can see on the cover of the notebook, which you have dubbed ‘park ideas’ it has everything to do with me now. So, hand it over you philanderer.” Kenji tilted his head in shock but handed the book over. “Listen, I’ve been working on a lot of those designs ever since I was teen. That book has nothing to do with.”

That's why he was a bit cold towards her, and she had never quarreled with him. What if the notebook was written for her, expressing the love he had never shown? Whatever it was, she...really wanted to take a look. As her anticipation and excitement grew stronger, Anita took a deep breath and finally walked into the study. She would just take a quick look and leave! She walked to the desk as if she had done it many times before. In her memory, the notebook was in the third drawer underneath the desk. She listened carefully to the sounds outside before pulling the drawer.

“I… uh…” His expression didn’t shift, but I caught the faintest flicker of disappointment in those storm-grey eyes before he called on someone else. That look stung worse than his indifference ever did. The rest of the class I spent writing. Not lecture notes — I had already christened this notebook with a new title in flowing script across the top: ~ The Book of Forbidden Desires ~ Underneath, I kept going: