Anonymous Diary Books Novels & Stories

I went into my room and laid on the bed. I opened the journal. "To my loving and my amazing Son, Asher". I closed it as Hot tears started streaming down my face. I went to the bathroom and splashed water on my face I went back to the room and continued. "If you're reading this, it means I'm dead, either that or you were snooping around. I do hope you see this when I'm gone. You're probably going to be very very heart broken. I want to thank you first of all, for being with me through everything. You gave up your own happiness and life just to make sure I get to live a good one.

If she was Korean, I might still have the chance but hello! Mabuti na lang Senior didn’t wrote her diary on Japanese, she gives me the vibe of being an otaku dahil she have the same title and name of a famous romance anime! I could help but silently face palm my forehead. Senior, what were you thinking… I could help but lampooned. I took a breath and started reading the diary. It was a total of three pages.

I looked outside through his window and realize he was still outside, i quickly pick his DIARY and open it, i ignore so many chapters and then i glanced through the date we both met "Diary, i know it has been long since i have written to you but i met this crazy girl and believe me i have never come across a girl more crazier than her " Gosh!!! this guy is really annoying How dare he call me a crazy girl?? I skipped some part but then i stopped I shouldn't be reading his diary, it is quite bad Author's POV CJ was feeling uncomfortable with Kayla following him, he wish it was Anna who was actually following him

MADDIE May 16th 2018 I walk through the entrance doors to the club, the familiar feeling of belonging stains my soul and hardens my heart. I gave my everything to this place only to be tossed out like a sack of garbage! I have never felt so humiliated in my life and it takes a lot to embarrass someone like me with no morals embedded into my DNA. I groan as I move down the corridor towards Chad's office, pulling out the pocket knife I had concealed between my breasts, flipping out the blade and I masterfully stab it into the wall, dragging it as I continue to make my way to my destination.

And for almost as many years I had carried the same secret fantasy: being bent over one of these tables, skirt pushed up, mouth used until I couldn’t speak, while the rare books watched in silence. I never told anyone. I barely admitted it to myself in daylight. But after midnight, when the building belonged only to me, the fantasy sat closer to the surface. I shifted in my chair, thighs pressing together under the modest black skirt I always wore for work. The movement made the silk of my underwear brush against skin that was already too warm. I ignored it and turned another page. The soft click of the outer door lock made my head lift. Footsteps. Measured. Familiar.

It's a red big book that looks like a diary, so she gently opened the glass and took out the book, blowing the dust away before sitting in front of the glass. She crossed her legs as she unzipped the book. It's a diary. He keeps a... Diary? But when she opened it, that assumption changed cos it wasn't written in mute language. It was written in plain language, and it belongs to Maya. It was titled... MADDEN AND MAYA'S CHILDHOOD. Adeline took a deep breath before turning the first page. -- Madden went straight to the kitchen since he's sure Zoya will be there. It's the only place that'd welcome her in this whole compound without his approval.

An example is the female columnist Elizabeth Farrelly, who besides being a columnist, is also an architecture critic and author of books. Diarist[edit] Main article: List of diarists Signature of Anne Frank Writers who record their experiences, thoughts, or emotions in a sequential form over a period of time in a diary are known as diarists. Their writings can provide valuable insights into historical periods, specific events, or individual personalities. Examples include Samuel Pepys (1633–1703), an English administrator and Member of Parliament, whose detailed private diary provides eyewitness accounts of events during the 17th century, most notably of the Great Fire of London. Anne Frank

“We’ll see. I must say, I admire the loyalty act you’re putting on. Running back to St. Clair, begging to be useful, hiding behind his rules. But deep down you know your words—your truth—could shatter him more than any photograph ever could.” I swallowed, bile rising. He was right about one thing: words had weight. My notebook still sat on my desk at home, filled with the kind of detail that could burn Elysium down if it ever slipped into the wrong hands. Adrian leaned closer, his cologne too clean, too sharp. “You’ve already written most of the story, haven’t you? Maybe you think you’ll never publish. Maybe you’ve convinced yourself it’s just a diary now. But the thing about diaries…” His b

But even so, Adrian still didn't know what pulled him so strong to get into the interior of the house. “For some reason, I feel like there's nothing so special in this room. I felt the pull coming from the other direction. But, I have to find something in this room. Maybe my instincts are wrong...." Adrian muttered slowly. Then Adrian began to walk closer to the tables in the room of the late Alexis parents there, and opened them. Adrian saw old books that looked very worn and dusty there. Slowly, Adrian took the books, and began to open them. Adrian read a few pages from the pages in the book. “A diary?” Adrian muttered realizing what the book actually contained.

Shaking my head for being this distracted, i walked over to my desk and opened the top drawer. Diaries, notebooks and my year book stared at me from within the top drawer and i was hit by a sudden wave of emotions. Reaching in, i picked out the first Diary on top of may. The cover looked old and the corners were starting to rip. The last day i wrote on my last Diary was after i started therapy with Dr. Goodman. Saying and then writing the same thing over and over again was starting to lose its appeal so, I'd stopped. Smiling a bit, i placed the Diary on the desk, knowing i wouldn't leave it behind. I took a deep breath of heavily perfumed air and looked back into the drawer. Not reaching for