Anne Frank Diary Audiobook Novels & Stories

Ramsey handed the diary over to Davis, to see for himself. Davis eyes glued to the pages of the small, leather-bound diary in his hands. Bella’s words spilled across the pages, a haunting confession that sent chills down his spine. He read aloud, his voice shaky as he reached the most devastating part:

“The answers you seek are in here.” Frowning, I examine the book in my hands while Manny watches on. Understanding that he wasn’t going to just tell me, I flip the book open to the first page and am surprised to find that it is a diary. Lifting my gaze, I wait for the man in front of me to explain, but he continues to remain silent. Frustration growing, I begin to scan through pages until one passage sticks out to me. As I read it, I felt my blood turn ice cold.

“When the war is over, we will build a big house and adopt the homeless children” Her words left me in mixed feelings, both happy and shocked. I felt lucky to have met Elsie, she would pull out a book from her bag and write on it every day. Whenever I wanted to read it, she would tell me that it was really “private stuff” inside there. “Don’t read someone’s diary”.

" For all I know, it sounds fascinating. “Not the best. - Not so much. All those wonderful affairs with Aunt Maideh . The gossip and gossip, the way women worked to get what they wanted from men. Do you have a diary? “I have ten. I started collecting them when I was seven. She reached under the bedclothes and pulled out a leather-bound notebook. “It's weird that you tell me to write about my childhood. I was reading one of my journals right before you came in. Read it and tell me what you think.

“You know what I’m reading, of course you do.” “I haven’t researched it as I stalked you on camera if that’s what you’re referring to.” Max smiled. “It’s a novel about a woman who rescued thousands of children by smuggling them out of the Warsaw Ghetto in World War II.” “Sounds heroic,” Max said. “I’ve just started, seems good so far.” Abby paused. Max seemed different, more reserved if it was possible. Reserved and distracted. “What’s wrong? Have you heard something?” His eyes shot to hers. “What makes you say that?”

You're fired. Fired. It was the worst news in a long time. I remembered an old book, ‘The Catcher in the Rye'. The protagonist is at some point left alone in the middle of the city, penniless and heartbroken, just as I was at that moment. I dicreetly waved goodbye to Jack, who seemed to be trying to tell me something I simply chose to ignore.

He whispered once again to my ears. He was handcuffed and taking away. My parents Daniel and his mother came running in. My mother collapsed out of shock for what has happened to me. My Dad was shattered. My hands and legs were untied. I gathered the last strength that I had and spoke to them. “Daniel there is a diary in the house. I locked it in a safe box. The password is 4810. Go through the diary”. “You will find out all the answers to the question you have concerning the very first evening that we met in that restaurant”.

I only had twenty-four hours before I had to face him again for a full day of ‘reconciliation. Emelia slammed a thick, leather-bound book onto the glass coffee table. Beside it, a tablet and a small, crystal bottle of perfume. “Vivian’s diary. Her scent. Every video she ever posted on social media,” Emelia listed, her voice clinical. “Study them. If you don’t know the name of her first pony or how she likes her gin by sunrise, we’re both finished.” I picked up the diary. The handwriting was loopy and arrogant. “I’m a voice actress, not a spy. How am I supposed to learn a whole life in a day?”

Aunt Courtney had made an account for me so now I get a monthly allowance just like Ken. When I got to my cab Hector’s abuela waved one last time while the driver started the car. I looked down at the leather bag and frowned. I did not have any feelings towards the books in the bag. Nothing positive, nothing negative. I was just neutral with it. I guess it hadn’t sunk in yet that I was holding two diaries from a powerful witch. I just decided I was going to read it at home.

The key smoothly entered the hole, with a slow twist, I heard a 'click' sound, and the drawer opened. My heart raced with joy; inside were four books. I took one and looked inside. Clearly, it was a handwritten diary. Next, I read and studied all four diaries. Only then did I understand who instructed me to write Alex's biography. And the real purpose of this book was to be made with secrecy about the names of places and notes for the authenticity of the biography.