What Do You Want The Notebook Novels & Stories

I tapped it open. Aquarius. A familiar name. Loyal, consistent. Generous. He tipped more than most, sometimes more than I thought anyone would spend—and he’d asked, more than once, for a private video call. I always refused. No matter how high the offer climbed, my answer never changed. Because if this was about money, I already had enough. And if it was about something else, something physical—I wasn’t interested. Not now. What I wanted couldn’t be bought in tips or negotiated in messages. I wanted something real. Something close. Something that didn’t disappear the moment the screen went dark.

I know that Shiloh is starting to take action as he was so in range when the last time they attacked the Cravens manor. Well, I know that Shiloh wouldn't care about the attack if they didn't muddle his garden of roses. I picked up the notebook that is placed above the shelves. It looks like this one has been serving its purpose for a long time. I opened it and I can't understand the words that are written in this notebook. There are sketches and explanations, a scientific explanation to be precise and I know that this one is all about the experimentation that they are doing right now. It looks like they are planning this for a long time. One word to describe these people, cruel. They are all

She's way too tiny to stop me. I gave it back to her but I already red every single thing listed on it and it was never hard on my part when I want to memorize something. In just a glance, I memorized it all. I don't know how to say this but after that night, I found myself checking the boxes from that notebook. I started fulfilling everything that has been listed in that notebook. I helped a girl named Stella make all of the stuff she wants to do before she die and just like that, I found my purpose.

“What do you want to know about it and can I get some water. My mouth tastes like I ate a mouthful of used cat litter.” “Of course,” he says, standing and going over to knock on the door. The door cracks open slightly and he speaks with someone in a hushed voice. The door closes and Lyles returns to the chair. “While we wait on that water, let’s begin. What made you start writing the notebook?” “Was trying to get a fresh perspective on my studies. A little role play and all that,” I lie. “Roleplay?” he repeats and it’s obvious he doesn’t believe me.

Here with Vincent and my children. I have finally gotten What I Want! ‐-----------

The notebook had been lying on the nightstand, and curiosity had gotten the better of her. She'd tried to sneakily read it hoping it was a diary Ariana wrote secrets in but her best friend had walked into the room and caught her red-handed. “Give that back!” Ariana had laughed, snatching the notebook from Lena’s hands before she could open it. “That’s not my diary, you nosy bitch.” Lena grinned, pretending to be innocent. “What is it then? A sex schedule book?” “ Arggghh you dirty minded girl! It’s just a contact book. I write down people’s numbers in case I lose my phone or something. I’m paranoid about losing important contacts, okay? I wouldn’t leave it lying here if I had entries of secr

"You don't have any clothing in there? You have an entire bag for stationary?" "I need my notebooks," I reply defensively. I twist my lips at him in annoyance. Who is he to challenge my life? But then again, we're in this together. So maybe he should have a say? I dismiss the thought outright. Fuck that. I pick up my favorite notebook, a 300 page pink and white "monstrosity" as Emma calls it. It's gorgeous really, shades of pink crossing it with white flowers and rhinestones scattered over it.

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.

" My Calculus notebook. Bring it next week after doing those problems." I look up and frown at her. She glares back at me and I quickly break eye contact. I don't take the book from her hand and this time I couldn't help but fist my hands tightly in anger. " oh..! Mine too.", Kevin says. " But I don't have a notebook. Okay, do one thing Nate, buy a notebook from the store and copy those problems.", he says and looks at Ethan. " Man..do you have a notebook? Or should he buy one for you too ?"

Compared to Dean’s balanced and disciplined lifestyle, Noah’s old self felt like a warning of what unchecked ambition could do. On a desk, Noah noticed a notebook and decided to flip through it. Inside were Dean’s personal notes and thoughts, covering a wide range of topics from legal insights to reflections on daily life. Through these pages, Noah gained a deeper understanding of Dean—his way of thinking, his dreams, and his aspirations.