Anne Frank Diary Audiobook Novels & Stories

The first page was written in a neat, careful hand: "This diary belongs to Isabella Munroe." I hesitated for a moment, then flipped to the next page.I should have stopped reading. I should have given it back the next day. But I didn't. Instead, I kept it. And as I read more, something inside me shifted.

It was too vivid, too real to dismiss. It pleasured me against my will, forcing a release that left me shaking and hollowed out. No amount of silver, no holy scripture, could stop it. I’m tired. I’ve tried everything, yet I can’t escape this life. I am a monster.” --- Clap! The sound of a sharp clap echoed through the room as the book slammed shut. The figure holding the book lingered for a moment. It then used his fingers to trace over the worn leather cover and the grooves of the embossed initials: R.H.—Raven’s diary.

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

My eyes wandered until they stopped again on Evelyn, specifically on the notebook she was holding. “Can I… read that?” I asked, forcing myself to be brave. “Of course. This is yours in the first place, your highness,” answered Evelyn with a smile. “You can read it, but if you feel a headache, you should stop.” I nodded. As she handed me the notebook, I took it with my trembling hands. No one spoke as I opened it, and there, I saw everything. As I read everything in my diary, it felt like the words were converted into a movie, and I’m watching it in my mind.

Elena entered her room without knocking. "You bitch!" A dark and fuming mad Elena banged the door open. "What the heck is your problem?" she burst out angrily. "Ugly witch, an evil villain, is that what you call me you stupid dumb ass? You are a real bitch!" Being stunned with her revelation, she felt aghast when she saw Elena clinging to her precious diary. Sudden coldness and different mixed emotions rushed into her. Anxiety and greatest fear struck her. Her ultimate secret has finally been revealed. She can't able to speak any words, seems like she had swallowed her tongue at the moment. But how does Elena had her diary?

He was scowling again, but I could tell this was his ‘thinking hard about something’ scowl. “This was the last read entry by the last person who opened this diary. I can’t tell who it was, though there’s a high chance it was your son, Mr. Vega,” he said, nodding to Dad. “Though I don’t know what he found so interesting about this specific entry. This diary is enchanted, as you may already have noticed. If anyone other than a duly recognized person tried to open the diary, all they would see would be a few hundred pages of nonsensical, mundane entries written in Gaian. The real form of this diary is an audio recording of whatever the owner wanted to keep safe.”

They got to the town and took the transportation back to the shelter, Elysian had offered to go back to town and get food for them to eat, which left Aurora alone in the shelter, Aurora stripped off her clothes to have a clean bath, after she was done she changed into a new set of clothing and packed her hair into a ponytail, sitting on the bed, She removes the locket again and brings out the key, Shuffling closer to the top wooden shelf where Elysian had kept the diary before leaving, She scooted and took it placing it on her thighs as she unlocked it again. She began to read through the gibberish words that were written in the books, Why would Ma.Coco have a special key to open a diary th

Gazing upon the bluish-purple bruises that stained her once pristine skin, tears flowed from my eyes until my heart could weep no more. Then came the day of Audrey's funeral—a somber occasion amidst a sea of mourners shedding both genuine tears and feigned sorrow. Amidst the facade, I found solace in Audrey's diary, a glimpse into her innermost thoughts. With ravenous curiosity, I devoured each word, page after page, driven by a desperate need to understand why Audrey had been led astray. As I closed the diary, my father relented, consenting to the cremation of Audrey's remains. The flames engulfed her physical form, and amidst the fiery blaze, I caught a fleeting vision of Audrey. Her smile

Pulling out the particular drawer where she'd left it, Audrey grabbed the pen drive which contained the voice recording. She was about to head out of the room when her eyes suddenly made contact with a laptop on her reading table. She paused, her experience taking a thoughtful expression. What if the flash drive she'd retrieved from her father's safe wasn't the actual one they needed? To be certain, she dashed to her reading table, flipping the laptop open, and turning it on. As soon as the screen came to life, she fitted the flash drive in the USB port and went through the file. Audrey's jaw dropped to her feet, her eyes in disbelief at the atrocity they witnessed

I spoke as fast as I could. Sophie smirked. "Why? What secrets do you have in this book, Deva?" "None," I replied. "But it is dear to me, and so only Aaron can go through it. Let him see the contents himself. If anyone will be the one to read my diary, it will never be you," I spat. "There will be no need for that. Give it to her," Aaron told Sophie. "Aaron, but-" "No, Sophie. I said give it to her," he said like he was speaking to a mutt, and like a good dog, Sophie begrudgingly handed me the diary.