Animated Diary Novels & Stories

He shook his head while staring at the empty pages. “It’s a diary.” Amy began. “I want you to write anything you can remember that happens everyday… It could be at home, it could be what happened at school. Just anything you can think of.” “Why?” Carl asked so innocently and Amy couldn’t help but kiss his cheeks. He was so cute. “Think of it as a way of talking to me, like you’re writing me letters. Because, I don’t wanna miss any moment that passes in your life.” She carefully explained.

Dear Diary; What a ridiculous thing to do! I have never kept a diary in my entire life. Why now? I will tell you why… I have too much to say and no one to say it to… so here it goes. My name is Zinnia, full name… that I will keep to myself. Thank you very much! I am still in bed, whilst writing in this stupid diary, I am worried about the day ahead. Dawn has not broken yet, and I wish it would never break.

“Hate me all you want, little doll. It makes your pu**y taste sweeter.” He pulled me tighter against him. I could feel him pressing hard against me through his pants. My breath came faster. “Dante… this is wrong,” I whispered. “Wrong feels good, doesn’t it?” He turned my face to his and kissed me roughly. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming, demanding. I tried to pull back but he held my jaw and deepened the kiss until I was moaning into his mouth. When he broke the kiss, I was panting. He stood up, lifting me easily, and carried me to the wide leather couch. He laid me down and knelt between my legs, pushing the red dress up to my waist. “Look at these pretty p**nties,”

Their worlds have flattened into one, but instead of making it smaller, it’s made a capacious new country, weird and wild and never the same twice. Derick is the one who suggests they start keeping record. A logbook, tucked between the loose floorboards beneath the kitchen table, stitched together from old paper bags and receipts. Each entry is a howl, a secret, a snapshot: David’s handwriting sharp and impatient, Darrel’s all loops and nervous smudges, Derick’s almost unreadable except to those who know how to listen for his absence in a line.

I moaned loudly as I adjusted to the fullness. I sat at my desk completely naked, both holes filled, the nose retainer still in place, my body covered in welts and cane marks. Every time I shifted in the chair the toys moved inside me. I tried to focus on the case files, but it was nearly impossible. My tits ached, my ass burned, my cunt throbbed around the dildo. I took the first picture for Ciara — me sitting at my desk with my legs spread, showing the toys buried inside me — and sent it with trembling fingers.

My subconscious told me my secrets were already out in the open and everyone I walked past was staring at me, even when they weren't. I'd received a total of three notes from an anonymous sender claiming to be with my diary. During lunch I sat alone by a corner, perhaps if I blended well enough, no one would care enough to potentially ruin my life. I heard the clink of hells on the marbled floor and then the voice I'd already learnt to dread in just the few days I'd been in Crimson Claw. “Hello, Anaya. I hope you're doing well today?” Her voice made me want to throw up. I felt like I'd get diabetes just from listening too long.

I can only conclude because this is not written in the diary either. "Does Duna actually know what a diary is?" I complained. After storing the ID Card and mercenary ID in the drawer, I took some packets of cookies from the cupboard and read the diary again. If I look again, the first few pages have been torn. Maybe Duna used to write a diary, but suddenly made this book into a notebook. Starting from the Xenobeast category, mercenary system, base system, to how to use guns and laser swords. January 27, 3043

All their earlier promises meant nothing then. -------------- Dear Diary… It is a lonely place, a dungeon, when you are locked up on your own and left alone too. I guess he has a home to return to. And I have no wolf to talk to now either. Just four walls to look at. If this is how things go, I am likely to go insane… ----------------

“I'm so sorry you had to go through this. I had no idea losing my phone would cause something like this. How did the person even get access to all these? My diary was locked and—” “Diary?” Annabel interrupted him. Carson sighed and nodded. Annabel pulled away from the hug and looked at him. “It's an online diary where I write whatever happens to me. Remember when I lied to Roland that we were engaged, I stated it in the diary that he stole you away from me, and I was going to tell him we were engaged, and you were my fiancée. Maybe the person must have seen it and used it to cause a commotion, but my question is, how did the person unlock my phone and what took him or her there?” He question

She would use the planner and lay things out. There Leia was again in her thoughts. 'Let's see, oh, our mother's diary to read,' Aubrianne spoke, continuing to list out things on her iPad using the voice software. Aubrianne decides to read her mother's diary on Sunday or at least start the process. She will start her new job on Monday and wants to relax and get her mind in the right frame. This week was one hell of a week. She planned to sit by the fireplace in her living room, relax and get some reading done.