Anne Frank Diary Audiobook Novels & Stories

I was contemplating whether I should start reading this, burn it away, throw it away, or hide it somewhere where no one could find it. But of course, I didn't have the heart to do either of those things to Kiara's most precious thing. And I knew I'd get bored in almost five hours of flight to New York. So, when an old granny sat beside me going through her Playboy magazine, I decided I should read the diary. I removed the black elastic from the wooden button that was holding the diary in place and opened the very first page. It was a letter. To me. From her.

I contemplated whether to check out the book, but I saw another person just leaving without even glazing at the librarian who was busy doing his own work. ~~~~~ Back in my room, I sat down on the settee and opened the book. The pages had taken a brownish hue, conveying its age. Surprisingly it was more like a diary. I frowned. Whose diary was it? The name had become smudged. Even then I carefully flipped the page. My eyes halted on the first line of the first entry. ‘Mother is scary. She doesn’t love me. She doesn’t love father. She wants to kill us….’

Then… A drawer beneath the photograph slid open by itself. Inside lay a leather-bound journal. Across its cover… Written in elegant handwriting… ISABELLA QUINN Aurora’s hands trembled. Her mother’s diary. At last. She reached for it… But the moment her fingers touched the cover… The lights went out. Complete darkness. A cold voice whispered from directly behind her. “So…” Aurora froze. Someone was breathing. Only inches away. “…you finally came.” Aurora froze. The voice had come from behind her.

She saw me standing in the doorway and dismissed the class immediately. "Aurora," she said. Her eyes went to the leather journal in my hands. "What's that?" I walked toward her slowly. "It's Ayda's diary," I said. "I found it hidden in the old house. In the basement." Sloane went very still. Her face lost all colour. "May I?" she asked quietly. I handed it to her. Sloane opened it carefully. Her hands were shaking slightly. She read the first page. Then the second. Her eyes moved faster and faster across the words.

If it recorded everything, then she finally had the proof—not just of Anna’s cruelty, but of everything that she had said and done. Her hands shook as she scrolled through the phone, her heart hammering. She flipped open the voice recorder app and scrolled through the list of files. Her eyes darted to the dates, looking for the right one. And then she found it. The recording was nearly two hours long. Two full hours—starting from her conversation with Alfred in his study, right through to her encounter with Anna. Her throat tightened. She glanced briefly at her parents, who had drawn closer, standing protectively beside her. Charles’s hand rested lightly on her shoulder, while Diana’s eyes n

4 against. The Archive would be made. Sophie stood. “And it begins with me.” Camellia and her team spent 36 straight hours digitizing Mary’s journals, decision logs, legal memos, and encrypted video confessions. Sophie sat in a side room and recorded a voiceover for the archive’s opening message. “You are about to see what power looks like when it hides behind good intentions.” “You are about to learn how a system bends when it’s only held by one name.” “And you are about to understand why I refuse to be that kind of leader.”

I picked it up and brushed off the glass. Then Laura gasped. She was standing near the wall, where the bookshelf had been pulled away. There was a hole in the wood. Inside it—a black tape recorder. I reached for it, heart pounding. I pressed play. My mother’s voice filled the room. Broken. Scared. Brave. “If you’re hearing this, they’ve silenced me. But the truth is buried in these names: Damian Price. Samuel Royce. And…” The tape cut out. I stared at it in shock.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

Starting from the mini shelf in the room that was filled with Anna’s favorite books, she searched through her closet, bathroom, table, and finally the drawer until she found a book, Anna’s diary. She flipped the pages immediately and frowned, there wasn’t much written in it. Just feelings and dates, it was not enough, but it was better than nothing. Avi smiled and hurried out of the room before someone noticed after taking one more glance around the room to make sure nothing was out of place.

But then she completed in the next breath. “I read it all…from your personal diary" She said the last words like a weight was lifted up her chest by telling the truth. "Personal Diary?" Ahn asked. The amusement leaving him completely 'What the hell am I? a 13 year old girl to have a personal Diary?' "Yes love yes. I know all about it. The depression you went through. The anxiety and fear of my rejection that you wrote about in your Dairy pages after pages" "Depression! Anxiety,! Fear of rejection!!" Ahn’s voice increasing after every word.