Anime Journaling Novels & Stories

Chef Joshua served her breakfast in hopes to lighten her spirits up. After breakfast, she went to the library to find a good book that will somehow ease her mind a little. She would like to pick something different to read today. She went to other parts of the library and saw a ‘manga’ . It is a Japanese comic book with numerous volumes. It’s also a graphic novel and is suitable for both adults and children. She was intrigued by the story's premise and was also familiar with this genre of book. Annika picked up the manga that is entitled ‘Special A’ whereas the male main character is extremely wealthy and is perfect at any aspect. He was loved by everyone while the female character is just a

Well, it’s more of an 18+ Otome game of a girl surrounded by the 10 boys who are just horny as fruit cake for an eyeless girl’ ‘My dear, you have guessed it right, I make heavenly art that will make your nose bleed and make you faint in the heat. Make your heart skip a beat as I have to do it’s an 18+ game’ Making Kai do the dramatic pose with his two fingers over his glasses. ‘Almost makes my own nose bleed as I do, as I’m totally into the character I made, who looks more like my Senpai and my lover. Inspiration bro inspiration!’ “Wow congrats now it makes me more jealous of your skills and how fast you areas for me, I think it will be done by tomorrow” making the Senpai pouts, Kai starts t

Lihua was busy flipping and looking at the pages of her journal. She had used many of the pages in her journal already. "The days had passed by so fast and today is already Friday." she thought and sighed. She then started scribbling and writing in her journal. This is one of her past times when she is bored or when she has nothing to do. She would do some sketches and she would write one in her journal.

she smiled. Aiys just doesn't want her mom and dad to think about Aiys. Aiys always tries to be enthusiastic and accepts her destiny. Aiys immediately filled in her cellphone data, since this afternoon her cellphone was dead and forgot to bring a charger or powerbank. While waiting for her cellphone to charge, Aiys cleaned herself and arranged the things she bought with Keysa earlier. The focal point of Aiys' eyes is on her diary, or rather a collection of poems, short stories, and quotes that Aiys wrote herself. Aiys really likes to write, since kindergarten until now, Aiys often participates in writing events. Aiys noble wrote the strands of his heart, Crawling..stepping

Ariana’s POV The file wasn’t long, two pages. Titled plainly: “Observation Notes — A.C.” I stared at the screen, heartbeat like static in my ears. These weren’t medical records, not legal documents. Just… notes. Written by someone who knew too much, someone who had been watching. // June 6th — 3:12 a.m. She cries in the dark now. Thinks no one can hear her. Her journal’s full again. She’s cracking, and no one sees it but me.

Amir brings out physical drives, old-school encryption, systems that require hands and presence and consent. “This is slower,” Jade says, watching cables snake across the dining table. “Yes,” Amir replies. “That’s the point.” Lila sits with a notebook instead of her phone. Paper feels strange in her hands—solid, untraceable. She writes names. Dates. Fragments of stories. Not full accounts. Just enough to honor existence. “She was seventeen,” she says suddenly. “The art account. She posted at night because that’s when she felt safe.” Jade looks up. “Did she tell anyone?”

Says maybe one day if she really trusts the person. *Her laugh changes when she’s genuinely happy. I want to be the reason for that version more. *Has a fantasy about being fucked against the window where people could potentially see. My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. Page after page, it’s all me. Random notes and little observations. Things I’ve only mentioned once in passing. Things I thought only I knew about myself. I slam the journal shut, breathing hard. I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to do.

He was no longer pretending he wasn’t interested in me. “You’d go to jail for a girl who looked like she hailed from a Japanese cartoon movie?” He winked at me. “I have always been an anime fan. And this could just be a page out of my teenage fantasy.” He paused, and then he looked down on my lips and said, “And while we’re on the subject of living fantasies…” he trailed off. The look in his eyes suddenly turned hot and heavy. And before I could begin to process any thought at all, his face descended toward mine, and he brushed my lips with his.

Kaiden sat at his desk, his journal open before him, his hand moving effortlessly across the page. The more he wrote, the heavier the tension in the room became. He couldn’t remember the last time he had jotted anything in his journal, but now felt like the right time—he could no longer contain his emotions.