Animated Diary Novels & Stories

I can’t wait to run to my room and talk to my confidant and best friend,Diary. Dear Diary, Today I felt alive.I never quite understood somethings people do that totally put their lives at risk,never desired the fast life.Now I completely understand.Flying though that field,my mind void of every other thing was wondrous.I might actually be getting an adrenaline addiction with just two exposures.Thing is though,I don’t think I would be able to run as fast with nothing to get out of mind.I think I would be ordinary if I was carefree.The I need all my anxiety,insecurities and doubts to push me across the finish line.

But she shrugged it off when her little friends who were sleeping soundly beside her woke up because of her scream. "What is wrong dear?" Suzy asked worriedly rubbing her sleepy eyes. "What happened?" Eddy asked then looked around in panic. "Those ugly monsters are back?" Flynn asked with fear and his fur went up in alert. "An enemy attacked us?" Tubby asked then suddenly hid behind Eddy. "I'm sorry guys, I got excited reading my father's diary." Erella apologized. "Your father's diary? What is that?" Tubby asked tilting his cute little head. He didn't know what is a diary.

I looked outside through his window and realize he was still outside, i quickly pick his DIARY and open it, i ignore so many chapters and then i glanced through the date we both met "Diary, i know it has been long since i have written to you but i met this crazy girl and believe me i have never come across a girl more crazier than her " Gosh!!! this guy is really annoying How dare he call me a crazy girl?? I skipped some part but then i stopped I shouldn't be reading his diary, it is quite bad Author's POV CJ was feeling uncomfortable with Kayla following him, he wish it was Anna who was actually following him

Back to work. It becomes pattern. Every promotion, a session. I climb fast. Office whispers. But I don't care. The sex gets better. She adds toys. Plugs in my ass during day. Vibrate meetings. I squirm. Cum in pants once. She cleans me in bathroom. Sucks my cock dry. One night, overtime. Her office. She bends me over window. City lights below. Dildo slams in. Hard pegging. My cum shoots on glass. Streaks down. She licks it off later. Kisses me. Shares the taste. Ambition fuels me. Her dominance drives me.

As she searched through them, her fingers touched something hard. She pulled it out. A small brown diary. Ann stared at it. She had bought it years ago, before she married Daniel. She remembered writing in it during her younger days. Dreams. Plans. Little secrets. Things she couldn't tell anyone. She smiled sadly. She hadn't written in it since her wedding. She sat down and opened the first empty page. For several seconds, she held the pen without writing. Then she finally wrote. Dear Diary, She stopped. The words suddenly felt strange. Then she continued.

Yet now, it sat on Yoel's screen, gazing innocently at the whole company. My legs went weak. That night, he had been teasing me on voice chat. "Darling, show me your cat. I haven't seen it yet." I replied, "Okay, close your eyes. I'll send you a surprise." He got so excited that his voice shifted. "Really? Wait, I'll record my heartbeat to use as background music!" Now that I thought about it, that heartbeat had sounded a lot like him tapping his fingers on the table during meetings. I ground my teeth and told myself to stay grounded.

Adam closed the diary a little faster this time, exhaling sharply as he leaned back in his chair. “…Alright, what the hell was that, Marcus?” He rubbed his jaw, staring at the cover as if it might answer him. For a few seconds, he didn’t even try to organize his thoughts. It wasn’t like the other entries. Those had intensity, yeah, but this? This was a whole different kind of energy. “Man really went all in,” he muttered.

"You okay, Mama?" "Yeah, I'm just hot and starting to sweat." Elijah took the pamphlet from my hands and began to fan me with it. The slight breeze was refreshing, but they needed to get the show on the road before I passed the fuck out. I hadn't been properly hydrating lately and felt I'd shrivel up like a sponge. "Mama, did you see anything on the itinerary that caught your eye?" "Oh, my God, so many things. After this, they have an Ultimate Sail Away Party on the Lido Deck. Then we can check out the room, unpack, and maybe rest up a little bit before dinner at one of the buffets."

All of a sudden, Connie recalled those times when Adrian taught her to write. Every moment was still fresh in her mind as if it had just happened yesterday and all of this was a dream, and that Adrian would be back by her side once she woke up. Her diary was as simple as she was. There were only one or two rows of words written each day to concisely record her feelings. 'Adrian, where are you? You're going to be a dad soon!' 'Adrian, I've missed you…' 'Adrian.' Reading the diary, Connie couldn't help tearing up as she flipped through the notebook. Suddenly, she looked solemn upon reading one of the other files.

I had my journal in my hand, somehow I felt a new need to hold on to it everywhere I went. I was with Damien, though I was bruised all over, it was easy to hide the pain. Besides, I was used to being flogged. We were talking about something that made me laugh so hard. It was actually a comedy skit we watched. I almost lost balance, my journal scattered on the ground. I was embarrassed, more embarrassed because the name "Annabelle Steele" was written boldly on its front page.