Anne Frank Diary Audiobook Novels & Stories

I shuffled in my seat and tucked the strand of my hair behind my ear. Aiden’s eyes flickered to my face, and he closed them for a moment, as if he was taking his time. He finally said in his deep, soothing voice, “You don’t have to if you don’t want me to read. I will understand and respect your privacy.” I licked my lips, trusting my instinct. “I-it’s okay, I don’t mind. You can read it.” I handed him the diary, frowning at the ruffled separate pages that I had shoved between them. He silently read the entry of my first day while I squirmed in my seat. I may or may not have drunk too much water, so I excused myself to the washroom.

For their information, Killian was the one who approached me and from then on keeps on bugging me. "Good Morning Miss Blythe, you look lovely today." I greeted the librarian with joy. She really is very lovely and on top of that, she doesn't like to chit chat nonsense things. That's why we get along very well. "Not as lovely as you, dear. Go on and read your books" she greeted me back. I smiled and nodded at her then headed straight to my favorite spot of the library. Anne Frank: The Diary of A Young Girl. Currently reading it now. Her story is quite interesting though.

I spent a few minutes before going to the counter at the front to check out the books I connected my air pods to my phone and turned on my playlist as I waited for Jonathan to pack the books for me I watched him package the book... But he stopped when he saw the old journal... I knew I shouldn't have taken it "Where did you get this dear" he asked calmly "I'm sorry I took it... But if I told you how I found it you wouldn't believe me" I said "Is that so now... Do tell" he said smiling... So I narrated the whole thing to him

Diana suddenly asked, a shocked expression marring her features as she expectantly stared at the woman. "Yes, unfortunately. They had died into a plane crash when master Nicholas was only sixteen," The girl’s heart sunk at the hearing of such thing, feeling such a deep sorrow bloom into her chest for she herself had not too long ago experienced such pain too. The pain of losing a parent. "Come on now, girl," Miss Nancy’s voice abruptly brought her back to reality as she placed a fork next to her plate, effectvely urging her to start eating. "Hurry up or you will be late to your job," ______________

It had completely slipped her mind, and she lingered over it for a few more seconds. She heard the car pull up and quickly grabbed The Diary Of A Young Girl by Anne Frank. Sienna sat on the couch and opened the book to seem like she was reading it as Declan walked in. “Hello, beautiful.” He smiled and kissed her hello. “I borrowed this book from your office if you don’t mind,” Sienna stated and gestured towards the book in her hand. “What’s mine is yours.” He smiled and walked off to go change out of his business clothes.

I was still modifying it, so I focused on checking the shelves and comparing with the available books. "Have you read 'The Story of Ferdinand' yet?" a voice asked from the other side of the shelf, and I furrowed my brow because I hadn't seen anyone pass by in the three hours I had been in the library. "Not yet..." I honestly answered the man hidden among the books; someone I couldn't quite see. "It's an excellent children's book. My nonna used to read it to me every night, and it helped me improve my pronunciation before I came to live in the United States permanently," the man explained.

“Hello, I’m Mariana, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please don’t be mad at Marylin, she’s been nothing but an angel to me, if it weren’t for her, I’m not sure I would have been able to return home.” “No problem,” Dana said. “I can never be mad at her for helping you.” “Thank you!” Mariana went in again and returned shortly with a small book in her hand. She gave it to me and before I knew it, the little book began to expand and increase in size until it was just the right fit for me. It had the words ‘DIARY’ written in front of it. “It’s a magic diary,” she told me. “I’m sorry,” I told her. “I’m going to have to refuse this, I could never keep track or even keep a diary.”

Amelia's POV And there I was, hanging out in the darkness of the library. I really closed all the curtains fully so nobody could sneak a peek. My heart was pounding violently as Theo, one of the boys working here, closed the door. The tight uniform suited his body structure and showed his wide shoulders. He stared right at me, like I was starving him. I suddenly started pulling my skirt up slowly. I was feeling super tight in my corset that made me gasp for air, squeezing all the air out.

“I know you’re curious, anyone would be. You absolutely want to know who the person you’re eating from is. But you have to trust me that he is completely safe to be around and would do no harm. If he wanted to tell you, he would have already and it’s not my business to interpret and do so myself so don’t expect me to say anything. I will take all of my friends’ secrets to grave if they want it to stay that way.” They both grew silent as they stared into each other’s eyes. He held so many feelings in his eyes. He reminded her of a book she read called No Matter What. The main character was called Tim. Tim held the secrets of all of his friends, yet no one knew about any. He would go as far as

She didn't find any. “You’re late,” she said, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. “I had to make sure the recording was clear,” I replied, walking toward her. I stopped an inch away, my hands finding her waist, pulling her into the heat of my body. “Is it over, Ocean? Truly?” She looked down at the book in her hand... her father’s personal diary, the one Alejandro had mentioned at the cottage. “The war is over,” she said, her voice dropping to a low, intense thrum. “But the audit has only just begun.”