Anonymous Diaries Novels & Stories

I immediately knew that it was all Mireya's. "I will leave you to it," Adrian left me alone with the box filled with sketchbooks, drawings, diaries, and a lot of personal diaries. I took the first diary of 2008 as I stared at it. She has been writing in her diary since she was eight years old. I looked at the last diary 2022, the current year. Jan 2008 Hey Violet,

I know that one day, I'll find what I've lost, and I'll transfer everything I write here to it. I feel a bit embarrassed, for some reason, as I describe our kiss. I smile foolishly, looking around to make sure I'm not being observed. I've been keeping diaries since I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder six years ago. In fact, it was one of my doctor's recommendations. Since I'm a visual person, I wanted something unique and personalized, so I started making my own diaries, from the cover to the pages, the design, and the printing.

I had my journal in my hand, somehow I felt a new need to hold on to it everywhere I went. I was with Damien, though I was bruised all over, it was easy to hide the pain. Besides, I was used to being flogged. We were talking about something that made me laugh so hard. It was actually a comedy skit we watched. I almost lost balance, my journal scattered on the ground. I was embarrassed, more embarrassed because the name "Annabelle Steele" was written boldly on its front page.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

Annie said, looking upset. "I wanted to tell you, but everything happened just recently and I am not friends with the CEO of Liberty Group. I don’t know anything about him. I haven't met him yet. Can you remember the small plant I got last week? Everything started there. I received presents from an anonymous person, I was able to buy things from the stationery store near my place without paying and I stayed in Liberty Hotel for free. I was also so confused. All started when I lost my diary and I only found about it last Friday night. I also don’t know what’s happening to me now. I don’t even know whether I should be happy or scared. Everything is still a mystery to me." I explained. "I don't

I can only conclude because this is not written in the diary either. "Does Duna actually know what a diary is?" I complained. After storing the ID Card and mercenary ID in the drawer, I took some packets of cookies from the cupboard and read the diary again. If I look again, the first few pages have been torn. Maybe Duna used to write a diary, but suddenly made this book into a notebook. Starting from the Xenobeast category, mercenary system, base system, to how to use guns and laser swords. January 27, 3043

“Impossible! Amod said with his eyes wide I dont believe this Amod said again, Anny smiled I dont believe it either she said, actually Anny did not believe she will be able to get through the last step of the codes, she feel that she is somehow familiar with the codes and she knows that she have seen it somewhere before but she could not remember where is saw it but when she is trying to get through the last steps, she remember she have seen the code before in her mothers diary, she is not so sure if it is the same code but she just try what her mother writes in the diary and she is able to decode the codes, she is surprised herself because she dont know it was a useful thing her mother wri

] The words were written neatly, confidently, and with an air of authority. My hand trembled as I held the pen. Was the person on the other side the seventeen-year-old Ryan? Before I could process this, more words appeared hastily: [You still haven’t answered me. Who exactly are you?] I quickly responded to his words: [I’m Anna White, thirty years old.] [The person you’ll become will hurt me. So, the seventeen-year-old Ryan, please stay away from me.] The diary fell silent. Ten seconds later, the pen carved sharply into the paper: [That’s impossible!]

I continued. Ace and I continued to take turns reading, we randomly flipped through pages to read random entries. There was still no name being mentioned, it was always anonymous. I was starting to think it was a normal diary when we found a chilling entry in the middle. "I want to kill myself," I read out loud. This caught Ace's attention as well. I gulped and gave him a tense look. "I was forced to lose my virginity today. Who would have thought that such a prestigious school would not do anything about their student getting raped? This hellhole is so fucked up. If I did not care about my family, I would have killed myself a long time ago."

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Mac's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it. Dear Diary It's been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck before leaving school.