Anne Frank Diary Audiobook Novels & Stories

His fingers hovered above the cover without touching, as if the object might dissolve or bite or reveal itself as something other than what it appeared. "Lumira," he said, and his voice carried the rough edge he used when words threatened to fail him. "You need to see this." I knelt beside him, my burial silks pooling in the dust that had accumulated since the last student had occupied these rooms. The diary's cover was cracked, the leather dried by decades of neglect, the clasp rusted into a permanent closure that Austin had already forced. The pages inside were yellowed, the ink faded but legible, the handwriting of someone who had written in haste and secrecy and desperation.

I found the page and started reading. My father closed his eyes and settled back in his chair. I kept reading. About Churchill and the cabinet room and the arguments. About Halifax pushing for negotiations and Churchill insisting that Britain would fight on alone if necessary. My voice started to feel strange after about fifteen minutes. I wasn't used to reading out loud. But my father just sat there with his eyes closed and his breathing steady, so I kept going. I read for probably an hour, or maybe longer. I lost track of time around the Dunkirk evacuation. My throat was getting dry but every time I paused my father would make a small noise that meant keep going, so I did.

I could still hear my uncle's voice in my head, even though he had been dead for three days. The only sound in the battle room was the crackling of the fire. The encrypted journal was in front of me. The leather was broken and it smelled like ash. I wanted to open it so badly, but I could feel the weight of all the secrets it may hold pushing down on me.

The views were okay if I was an amateur but I was not. Hours later, unable to go to bed, I remember Aryan's secret closet. I try to find it, and end up finding another. This one held a leather bound notebook that looked like it fell out of the set of Merlin. Inside it, I find long, legible strokes, a diary of some sorts. Thankfully, it did not start with Dear Diary. But I instantly know it belonged to my Aryan. Intruding on his personal space, I absorb the information with the hunger of a starved cave woman, and the information I find in there was jaw dropping, and also a means to an end, I know how to get him to be my dom.

I was done for. Unable to bottle up the pain anymore, I began to cry out loud, banging my fist against the glass center table just at front of the couch. "... forgive me... please forgive me...." I muttered as I sobbed my way through the day. ________________________________________________________________________ A few hours later>>>>>>>> *** At the Vanderburgh mansion *** Anna's POV~ "But it can't be......" He thought aloud in shock as he looked at the papers yet again. He had looked through them multiple times and still couldn't believe what he was seeing. We showed him everything, from the photo album to Mo.... Audrey's diary.... everything.

I began to cough out but I clamped a hand around my mouth to muffle the sounds that escaped my mouth with the tears that stunged my eyes. I searched through the box as I brought out a book that had MAX written on it with bold letters. I dusted it so I could read through the pages. Just when I flipped open the first page, I gasped in shock when I realized it was HIS DIARY

I asked no one in particular but the dusty jewelleries stared back at me giving me my answer. I turned to move but my leg hit the vanity drawer and I heard a small plop, “Ouch!” I winced in pain as I rubbed my toes, bending down to pick what had fallen, it was a book and it was dusty. Dusting it off made me cough repeatedly and I stared at the book turning the page open but every page as well was covered in dust although preserved. I dusted a few pages off and the crisp but clean handwriting stared back at me. I read the first page and Immediately closed it. It was Jonathan’s mom’s diary.I flipped through the book and realized that she had written a lot and even almost used up the book. I wa

“She just got out of the asylum. I heard they mostly eat vegetables and chicken there. They probably don't even let patients drink much.” The moment she mentioned the asylum, the way she smiled, the way she casually brought it up, my stomach twisted. “That’s very considerate of you, Lily,” Papa said proudly. Then he noticed that I hadn't taken the glass. His expression darkened immediately. “Aren’t you going to take it?” Papa asked sharply. “Lily poured that herself.” Lily smiled and gently placed the glass beside my hand before sitting back down. “She's probably still adjusting to being home,” she said softly.

she replied and the witches were awed at the sight of the book which stood proudly the same as before. Ena leaned closer, her ear near the book, and grinned softly before asking them to do the same. "You hear that?" she asked as each put their ear to the book. Anna's heart was beating fast as she put the book to her ear. She could hear them, the whispers of agonizing screams. She felt heat exiting from the pages and could feet the torture. She heard pleas and people begging. A quiet wind that still seemed to be raging. Then she heard a child’s cry, a baby’s whimper, a husband’s calls, and a woman's screeches.

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters