Anonymous Diaries Novels & Stories

And that was what I was searching for, that moment. I needed to make a record of what might possibly happen that night. "Tonight, I'll stab Cameron. Mom has had enough of his games. I'll stab him anywhere the knife touches. I don't care that he has to go through pain, it's just a dose of a well-deserved poison" I wanted to write . But where was my diary? "What?? Where has my diary gone to??" I was worried. That was where I kept the diary where I wrote everything that happened in this monster's house. It was dangerous to carry this diary with me everywhere. It was not safe because I didn't want anyone to see it.

"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."

Adam closed the diary a little faster this time, exhaling sharply as he leaned back in his chair. “…Alright, what the hell was that, Marcus?” He rubbed his jaw, staring at the cover as if it might answer him. For a few seconds, he didn’t even try to organize his thoughts. It wasn’t like the other entries. Those had intensity, yeah, but this? This was a whole different kind of energy. “Man really went all in,” he muttered.

Maybe from here, my life would settle down. _ _ _ I hope you enjoyed this first book! Book two is out now!! So be sure to look out for: "Goddess Diaries"

On my way back I started hearing m0@ns following the sound it led me to my aunt's room I got there and the door was slightly open I peep through the opening And there I saw my aunt in the d0ggy position with my uncle pounding her hard from behind I felt my c00chie dr!p immediately seeing them that way was kinda awkward as u know its not everyday u see couples fvvking not to talk of pastor and his wife I was Soo wet watching them. I watched as they switched position, my aunt was now ontop him. riding his rod

Ariana’s POV The file wasn’t long, two pages. Titled plainly: “Observation Notes — A.C.” I stared at the screen, heartbeat like static in my ears. These weren’t medical records, not legal documents. Just… notes. Written by someone who knew too much, someone who had been watching. // June 6th — 3:12 a.m. She cries in the dark now. Thinks no one can hear her. Her journal’s full again. She’s cracking, and no one sees it but me.

It was from eight years ago. “Dear Diary, I'm Cindy, I'm seventeen years old, and this marks my first day staying clean and sober. Finally kicked that addiction, and I'm over the moon. I have no friends to share this little triumph with, except for Bianca and Scott. Figured pouring it onto these pages might ease some of the excitement."

Blakely Two months had passed since the news of Jacob’s death began circulating and the authorities still had no leads. They wouldn’t find any. I was initially a suspect, but Isaac managed to place me at the movies at the time of death. Witnesses even corroborated my alibi. Jacob’s decapitated and charred remains were discovered among the ash of our burnt down home. I didn’t know how, but I managed to be okay with this situation. I should have been losing my mind. I should have been a total wreck, but I wasn’t. I was almost perfectly fine. A distant voice told me I should report everything to the cops, but I ignored it. Instead I focused on Damon. There was something about him; something tha

I should try understanding this entry a little later. I put down the paper and picked up another diary entry. And that's when I noticed that the previous entry I was reading doesn't have any year at it, and the fate format has changed. Compare to the one I am holding right now, the first one is very much more a rant but the date and time seems off… I just shrug my shoulder and proceed to read the other one. “9th of September, Year 1525. I saw it. I saw the entrance of the abyss.”

Samajh nahi aata main bura hu Ya meri kismat. (My own family made me So lonely, I don't get if I am bad Or my fate is) I will not say anything now as I don't want my diary to be bored because of my talks. So I will meet you later now. Bye. Dear diary. As I read the first paper of diary. I felt like someone just stabbed me on my heart. Miserable life?? Why?? Why you are so mysterious ahad??? And who left??