Anime Journaling Novels & Stories

Anna sat in the living room, her gaze fixed on the half-finished journal resting in her hands. She had planned to spend the day doing nothing at all—just lazing around, free from responsibilities. But reality refused to cooperate. Her mind wouldn’t quiet down. Almost unconsciously, her fingers continued to move, writing line after line, as if working were the only way to keep herself steady. While she was absorbed in her thoughts, the sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears. Anna looked up instinctively.

Every shadow looked like a hunter come back to finish the job. At some point I gave up and lit a candle. I pulled out the small leather journal I’d carried in exile—the one where I’d written everything I dared not say aloud. Pages of rage and grief and questions. I flipped to a blank one and started writing again, trying to untangle the knot in my chest. A soft knock at the door made me freeze. “My lady?” A maid’s voice, young and nervous. “There’s… there’s something you should see.” I opened the door a crack. Little Annie stood there, barely sixteen, wringing her apron.

Aiden nodded and followed the man in. The room was beautiful and neat, with a great view of the lake and mountain in the distance. Uncle Jin said, “See that mural there?” Aiden turned his attention to see a beautiful Japanese mural on the wall. It was of a beautiful girl with long silky black hair and pale skin, wearing numerous layers of colorful kimonos. Surrounding her were some sort of spiritual animals—a golden dragon, a silver fox, a white snake, and a black cat. “That’s a beautiful piece,” Aiden said.

“I feel like I’m drowning in my own mind sometimes. Like I can’t escape it, no matter how hard I try.” Aaron didn’t respond right away. Instead, he reached into the box and pulled out the leather-bound book. He placed it gently in her lap. “What’s this?” she asked. “A journal,” he said softly. “It’s empty, but… sometimes, writing it down helps. Even if no one ever reads it. Even if the words never make any sense. It helps. Nana gave it to me, her last gift for me.”

Jessica/Tessa’s POV With a notebook and a pen in hand, I sat by the window, my legs hanging lazily out of it, and my head gently leaning against the glass. I stared off into the distance, absently scribbling in my notebook. The drawings were barely more than a chaotic mess, worse than a preschooler’s art. A knock on the door broke my solitude. “Can I come in?” Zane asked, his voice muffled as he pushed the door open, peeking his head through the small gap.

I handed the journal to her. She paged and a rough sketch of her wolf filled the next page, the next one had my scribbles and the next one was of her eyes, the next was of her lips and the next was off her hand. Roman studied each page with precision, tracing around the outlines of herself. She paged back and analysed herself, fingering the pages, one by one all over again. I cringed at how embarrassing it was and grabbed the journal. "Are you studying me?" she asked and pressed her fingers on her temples.

Although they are waiting because they want their mate to be their first, I am waiting for a different reason. It’s only been a day. One day! Yet somehow it feels like so much longer. But we barely know anything about her, aside from her name and that she was raised in a small pack amongst humans. The whole thing is confusing, but for Atalanta’s sake, I’ll tutor her this afternoon, and then hopefully Raiden will leave both of us alone. Although it doesn’t seem likely. After we were done playing games, I decided to write a bit in my journal. It always helped me calm my thoughts. Putting everything on paper made it seem simpler.

He said. Annabel held the book up. The journals pages were clean and blank. The cover had a tiny straightforward design embossed on it. “What is it?” she asked. “It's a journal. I believed you could write your new story with it. An entirely new start. A place where you can think. Something to use your imagination for.” He said. A flood of tears filled Annabel's eyes. It was such a simple yet considerate gesture. It showed his belief in her and was a small silent acknowledgement of her journey.

Although they are waiting because they want their mate to be their first, I am waiting for a different reason. It’s only been a day. One day! Yet somehow it feels like so much longer. But we barely know anything about her, aside from her name and that she was raised in a small pack amongst humans. The whole thing is confusing, but for Atalanta’s sake, I’ll tutor her this afternoon, and then hopefully Raiden will leave both of us alone. Although it doesn’t seem likely. After we were done playing games, I decided to write a bit in my journal. It always helped me calm my thoughts. Putting everything on paper made it seem simpler.

I know that one day, I'll find what I've lost, and I'll transfer everything I write here to it. I feel a bit embarrassed, for some reason, as I describe our kiss. I smile foolishly, looking around to make sure I'm not being observed. I've been keeping diaries since I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder six years ago. In fact, it was one of my doctor's recommendations. Since I'm a visual person, I wanted something unique and personalized, so I started making my own diaries, from the cover to the pages, the design, and the printing.