Novel & Cerita What Do You Want The Notebook

"A notebook to write down your diet progress. What you eat, how much you exercise, how many kilograms you lose each week." I opened the book. "You can also write anything in there. Your feelings, your frustrations, your happiness. Whatever you want." I looked at him. "Why are you doing this?" "Because I can't give you what you want, but at least I can help you achieve what you want," Leon said. I smiled. The first smile in days. "Thank you, Leon." He nodded. "Don't thank me yet. There are no results so far." I held the notebook tightly. I didn't know if my diet would succeed this time, but at least I would try.

I said quietly. He folded his arms, observing me. "I'm listening, but it better not be about pack business." I rolled my eyes, waving him off. "Oh come on, you think I want to hear that answer again? I need a notebook, a pencil and a pen," I requested, watching as he frowned. "What for?" "I want to write, to keep myself busy. And before you say I have books to read, writing will also help me pass time." He studied me, his brows raised.

"I just want to take a look at it." Anton didn’t answer right away. He looked at me. "Why? It's really not important," he said. "Well, lete decide for myself. I'm just curious, okay? Please, let me see it," I said. He hesitated. It was subtle—just a pause that lasted a second too long—but I noticed it. His fingers moved back to the notebook, resting on the cover like he wasn’t sure whether to pull it closer or push it farther away.

Melissa replied before they began to walk away. “Um, wait.” I added and they stopped, turning around. “I need to keep these books at my place and take the other notebook from there. If we are staying together, we might study a bit, no? I mean exams are really near.” I told them while Melissa sighed and rolled her eyes. “Emily and her obsession with exams.” Melissa said in frustration. “Melissa…” I started resentfully. “I need to take my notebook from the house. Now come on.”

It was the kind of store that felt personal, like someone had actually thought about every single thing on the shelves instead of just filling them with whatever was on sale. I could see leather journals, nice pens and those little desk things that looked both useful and pretty. Maya picked up a notebook bound in dark brown leather. "What about this? Simple. Classic. Won't make anyone's voice go weird." I took it from her. The leather was smooth and warm in my hands. The pages inside were thick, the kind that make writing feel important even if you're just making a grocery list. "He writes things down," I said slowly. "Lists. Plans. Stuff for work. Stuff for us. He has this little notebook h

I had not planned for this version. "The notebook," I said carefully. "You have everything in it. Every call, every contact, every number. You do not need me. Shooting me accomplishes nothing that the notebook does not already accomplish." "I know," Davina replied. "Then what do you want?" She took one step forward. The barrel stayed exactly where it was.

The notebook was still in the kitchen drawer, exactly where I left it. I brought it outside and sat in the same chair as before. Last time I opened these pages, I was trying to sort out feelings about two men. Today, I wasn’t thinking about names. I wrote at the top of the page: What do I want? Not who. What. The question felt steadier than it had before. I didn’t rush. The waves moved in a rhythm that made thinking slower, more honest. I want peace. Not silence. Peace. I want mornings where I’m not bracing for tension.

"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."

"It is not required. I wanted to be here." The distinction was clear. Required visits were scheduled. Wanted visits were something else. I had written the five terms in the notebook. None of them had said anything about wanting visits. I thought, "There is room for those too." "Come in," I said. "I am almost done with this note." He came in.

Nathan was fired up with the idea. Julie picked up her backpack and reached inside it, she took out a pen and a notepad, "How about now? I have time now, I'll just take notes on the information I need from you and then I'll map it out on my laptop later and we'll see from there," she was excited.