Notebook Stories

On the night of her first solo gallery opening in New York, Cleo Parks looks exactly where she is meant to be. At twenty-eight, she runs her family's prestigious London art empire, moves effortlessly between cities, and carries her parents' legacy with quiet grace. But the life she lives was written long before she ever chose it. The next day, over lunch in Central Park, her mother's closest friend places a final gift in her hands: a green notebook written during the last months of her mother's life - meant for Cleo only when the time was right. As she begins to read, the pages awaken questions she has carefully buried - about freedom, about courage, and about the kind of love that shapes a life without ever asking permission. And then Paul returns. Her childhood confidant. Her once inseparable companion. The only person who ever knew her before the world decided who she should become. Their paths parted years ago without explanation. Now, drawn back together by something neither distance nor pride could erase, their connection rekindles - slowly, deeply, inevitably. But love is not always about staying. Sometimes it is about walking away. Sometimes it is about loving someone so fiercely that leaving feels like the only way to survive. A contemporary romance about legacy, grief, and the quiet, relentless force of a love that never truly disappears.

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Pretty self explanatory. I publish my ideas. For what you ask? New fanfics, words of wisdom and even opinions of other works, that's what. I have like over 20 drafts and I want to know people's thoughts on them. So please, like and reply.

This story contains what Xavier has written on his three notebooks, at least bits and pieces that connect to Alluring.

මම ලියන්නේ මොනාද කියලා මම දන්නේ නෑ 🥲❤‍🩹

Poems, mostly long, domestic and quiet.

Gin has died, ink is completely alone in the multiverse. No one has time to talk to him, he missis gin and starts a diary to talk to gin. Somone keeps coming to destroy the aus, making inks job a lot harder, but when they finally slow down on fighting the creators and the balance is not happy about that.

OH? What's this? Is it what I THINK it is?? MOSHI'S FIRST STORY??? (i guess you could say that) YES, this is my first story I will be writing! This may help me improve my writing skills to work on future stories! I decided to work with my favorite anime, Death Note. I DO NOT own any of the characters nor am I the creator of said anime! (This includes any photos I may use in this story. Credits of Death Note go to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata) Read the first chapter for my introduction and stuff like that!

The Notebook is about, a young 12 year old girl named Allie Michaels. Allie just moved to Miami, Florida because of family problems but she doesn't know about them yet. It's October of 2010, and she needs to start 7th grade here, that means new friends. Kids at her new school don't really like her, and they make fun of her. Leading her to write in her notebook which gives her comfort. Read more to find out about her school and family problems. Book cover by: w1nt3r_n1g1_1t

Closer to the End. "This is it... its really the fucking end." Lola is a 16 year old girl, who suffers from a draining mental illness that broke up her family. She's been trying to cover up her sadness while living with her aunt, since she never wanted to be a burden. Driving back from a place that is blurred in her mind, she is told that she went to a store and bought a notebook, when she sometimes feels like... it didn't happen. She ignores it and writes in the notebook, and suddenly... she walks up at her school... but its different. Lola is surrounded by people who also suffer like she does. They all have their own notebooks and stories to share, but according to everyone, Lola's been here before. But she doesn't remember a thing. A girl named Mara is guiding her through hell, or maybe dragging her further down. She's stuck here, and she wants out. But when she finally snaps out of this terrible experience, she realizes she'll never be the same. ||Warnings! Death, Sensitive topics, Fighting, Gore, Foul Language||

Macy was your average quiet girl, with zero luck in life. However, when she finds a notebook that obeys her every command, the tables turn, making it so she can control not only her life but everyone else's. She rises to power, having everything, all powerful, all knowing, a human god, unconquerable, but as time goes on she begins to realize something, that leads to her destruction but at the same time her relief.

I cut out a little piece of my brain Hoping I could take the sadness away I learned my whole brain is infected

This is a little book just for ideas and random texts (like story ideas and tags etc)~ There's nothing more to add really! hehe~

"Of fucking course your useless ass decided to show up earlier." Kacchan sarcastically replied. "I don't see why you don't just ignore me like usual. It's not like I even said anything to you anyway." "Haah? Because you ann-" "Listen..." I cut him off. "I am not in the mood to deal with your shit right now. Can't you save that for later?" And ever since then, things haven't been the same. In which wich Deku pours his emotions out in a notebook that he hopes no one will ever find. Especially Kacchan. But we all know thing don't usualy go as we hope them to.

a collection of my art peices __ discontinued bc i dont like art anymore lolz started - october eleventh, twenty nineteen ended - august twenty ninth, twenty twenty two

"words are only the passageway to a million thoughts and feelings and oh my god i can't get the taste of you off the tip of my tongue." a.l.r.

Good morning! Good evening! Good night! Wherever you are, whenever you are, welcome to my trash hole of an artbook. Here, you'll see a lot of OCs, some animals, but mostly me being iconic. So yeah, have fun reading this trash. See ya inside!

This is a digital copy of my physical poetry and prose journal. While it is meant simply to be a backup, I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading what you find in here! This journal goes back almost two years now so I hope I have improved, and I think you'll find that my style at the beginning is much different than my style now! I absolutely adore feedback so any you might have would be lovely, thank you so much!

wayfarer - n. a person who travels on foot

It's great to be trusted by your friends, but it's another thing when you're trusted by practically your entire year-even the popular kids. Seven Warrilow has always been keeping everybody's secrets. She knows who likes who, who hates who and what's what. But she's tired of it. One day, she decides to encode every secret she's been told and will be told into a small black notebook that she carries around. Things start to take a turn to Disasterville when she loses it. It gets worse when it ends up in the hands of Colin Stillman, a boy notorious for never being serious about anything. Seven's going to have to use everything's she got to keep everyone's secrets safe-but Colin's not going to make it that easy. If he did, where would the fun in that be? © 2013 by Isabelle Snow A.K.A parallellines. All rights reserved.