Anonymous Diaries Novelas e Histórias

There was no point; I won't turn back. *** The girls were still playing dress-up when I got back, so I threw myself into something else I'd been neglecting these past few weeks. ANONYMOUS is my safe space. A group of men and women who don't know each other beyond the keyboard but share basically the same drive to eliminate the dregs of society from whichever corner they're hiding out in.

ELIAS ... I walked into the room, tired cause it's been a long damn day, and I didn't wanted any shit anymore, but what did I see there?.... I see some no good nobody having the damn gut to snoop into my stuff...my fucking diary, without having a second thought, and any foresight in his empty skull "What the fucking hell..."

Anna eagerly moved into my room after I left. Deep in the closet, she found an old box containing Spot's toys and a yellowed diary. Anna flipped it open curiously, but her expression grew increasingly grim. The diary detailed every stunt she'd pulled back then, from destroying my mother's portrait to faking her allergies to frame Spot, and even destroying the data in my computer. I'd recorded every single thing with meticulous detail. Her face turned ashen. In a panic, she tried to burn the diary. However, she was caught in the act by Dante, who'd returned early from work.

I say in a mocking tone. His eyes go wide in disbelief at my words. " Ouch, beautiful, no need to rip me apart yet, we just met yesterday," he bellows out, faking hurt as he places his hand over his heart. " If you don't mind I would like the chance to actually review my notes before class starts, so if you could be quiet now that would be great," my tone coming out flat and annoyed. I really did need extra time to refresh my brain, history always made my brain hurt at how boring and repetive it all was. Death and chaos mixed with some joy in between. I don't think my brain would have such bad brain farts if we were studying Eyptian history, at least they have mummies and pyramids with curse

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

I immediately flipped through the diary. Page after page. Searching. Desperate. But there was nothing. No explanation. No notes. No names. Nothing. Only the symbol. I slammed the diary shut. "Dammit." Frustration exploded through me. I threw the book onto the desk. "How am I supposed to connect all of this?" I pressed both hands against the edge of my desk and lowered my head. Everything felt impossible. The Black Claws. Fang Trinity. Benedetto. Ginevra.

Aditi was seating on her bed as her hand-carried a pen that was scribbling on her personal diary as her tears fell apart. 09.05.20xx, I tried...I tried everything I could, No matter how many messages I left you, you won't even care to message me back...you cold-hearted jerk. No...Sorry, you are not cold-hearted I take my words back. But why did you go back? Will you come back again? Will you ever know there is a girl called Anvi who secretly liked you, like you, and will also do...? Will you ever know...that from the moment I saw you...I fell head over heels for you. Anan...this so-called diary which I'm writing to you...will it ever reach you...?", The entry ended...her tear fell off from h

He was hesitant and continued, “it’s ok if you don’t want to tell me.” I took a deep breath and told him a little secret about myself. Something which was between me and Akansha, which not even my Mumma knew. “Arnav ji, this is my diary. My second best friend in the whole world. And it is alright that you ask. I don’t mind.” Arnav nodded. “So, do you write anything specific in there?” “It can be anything really, just depends on the situation…how I’m feeling I keep it with me,” I gave him a stern look, “and nobody is supposed to read it.”

It was a dangerous game, and I knew that the stakes were higher than ever. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast long shadows across our secluded estate, I received an anonymous package. Inside was a small notebook, weathered and worn, with a note that read, "The truth lies within." Curiosity mingled with trepidation as I opened the notebook. The pages were filled with Cassandra's handwriting—ramblings, fragments of memories, and cryptic clues. It was her diary, a window into her tormented soul. As I delved deeper into the pages, the puzzle began to unravel. The truth of our shared past emerged, piece by piece, revealing a shocking revelation that threatened to shatter ev

She marvelled at her erratic heart beats and wondered if they would ever get normal in his presence. As she searched her bag for the comb, she found the small handpocket sized diary that she bought in a thrift store a long time back. She opened it and skimmed through the enty pages of the book when a crazy creative idea popped up. Smiling to herself, she picked a pen from the nearby table as she decided to write about all the beautiful memories she had with Ronan the previous day. This way, she can relive them whenever she wanted without missing out on even the smallest details. Excerpts from Anya's Diary: