Notebook Stories

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I'm Barbie, and this is my bookshelf. This book contains reviews of every book I read. If you need something to read but don't know what? Maybe you'll find something here. I do take read suggestions! xoxo

this isn't poetry. this isn't fiction. this is just my real life. basically a diary. doctor appointments, healing, bad days, good days & the random thoughts in between. some entries might be funny, some messy, some emotional. this is my 2026... unfiltered.

මම ලියන්නේ මොනාද කියලා මම දන්නේ නෑ 🥲❤‍🩹

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

Welcome to my creative universe - extra lore, secrets, aesthetics, and bonus content. An introduction to all the stories I've written on Wattpad, and those soon to be. If you stumbled across my work and are not sure if it's for you, then look inside here.

just my art. sketches and other things. :)

Poems, mostly long, domestic and quiet.

"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.

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.

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!

She thought being forgotten was the worst thing that could happen. Then someone remembered her. Elira Vale wakes up to a nightmare: her mother doesn't know her. Her school has no record she exists. Her reflection vanishes. Every twenty-one minutes, anyone who sees her forgets she was ever there. Except for one person. A boy with silver eyes. Aiden. He remembers her. And he's the reason she started disappearing in the first place. Now, hunted by memories that don't belong to her and a notebook she doesn't remember writing, Elira must unravel the mystery of who she is... Before the world erases her for good. Or worse-before she remembers why she asked to be forgotten.

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.

"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.

Matt and Mello are back!! Along with Near and Kikuyu. Years passed since the two lovers got married,and after Near won against KIRA, now that things start to change with a new Keal in the family ,what will await the little one once shinigami are involved?

wayfarer - n. a person who travels on foot

❝Every person you meet, every single one, is looking for their story. There are no exceptions. You become a part of it by how you treat them.❞ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Words strung together from scrambled thoughts inside the mind of a quirky teen with her own demons to battle. Poured into the depths of her notebook, and onto the screen in her hands. She smiles, because her words will be safe. They will be seen in the heart of someone else, someone who will not forget. And hopefully, they will understand. Understand, that you can smile and laugh, but sometimes need to cry out your fears in the darkness.

It's not really a story It's more of stuff I write in my journal, and I don't mind sharing, and also about my life I guess if anyone cares TBH THIS IS JUST A JOKE DONT EVEN READ IT pls read it actually

A poem dedicated to what I love most

Vitya lives in a world where time is shifting sand and silence is the only faithful companion. To wake up in an empty apartment, catch the scent of someone else's perfume, and rush to the square, knowing you're already late. But late for what? The desire to change the past has long been replaced by a desperate attempt to simply preserve it.