Anonymous Diary Novels & Stories

So I picked it up and sat on the bed. This was one of the many habits which make me a nerd. Maybe no one maintains a diary nowadays. Everybody has become so acquainted with technology that they don't need pen and paper. but I on the other hand still tells my everyday story in my diary. May because I never had a friend to share my feelings with. So I write them down. And today I felt like meeting my notebook friend. My only best friend. dear diary, it's me again. I moved to Italy finally. I moved on finally as you know I've been trying to summon up that courage for the past year and I did it finally.

She hanged the call and I dropped the phone, my heart elated. I was super happy and excited and went back to my diary, opening up a new page and writing on it. Dear Diary, Today I had sex-with a girl and it was one of the best things ever… I wrote down every single detail of how I felt, the times I cummed and the nasty words that I moaned out loud while she stroked my body on all mannerisms. Yours truly,Diane. I heaved a sigh of relief when I was done and laid back on the couch, still naked.

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

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.

Ethan's mind started warning him not to open her dairy but he did not listen to his mind and opened the dairy. When he opened the diary several photographs fell on the ground and all of them are his. Ethan opened the first page of the dairy and saw his picture was attached to it. Ethan looked at Eden then started reading the diary. Hey, Dairy, I am Eden Anderson. Oh, sorry. Not Anderson. I am Eden King now. I always used to think, only happy people write dairy to store their happy moments. But, sometimes you need to store sad moments in your life too. We need to store our mistakes too so we will not repeat them again.

Let up from screwing with me. And as I did anytime I was feeling agitated, or just drained, I wrote in Ayla: my diary. My hand sought her, and when I held her in my grip I unbuttoned the latch securing her pages. Pages of my sweat, tears, joy; and pretty much my whole life. I passed my fingers over the beautifully old pages, my hand flipping through phases of my life. My fingers halted on a page. It was peppered with numerous love emoticons, XOs and exclamation marks.

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:

But there was one other thing that made me even more uncomfortable—the fact that I was now sitting with my old journal that I had just found—the first and last series of journals I had written when I was 14. The first page of the journal talked about ‘that boy’ because that day was my birthday, which meant I had just received a new journal as a gift from my mom. After this journal, I never wrote in another one. I chose to ignore my mom’s future journal gifts because I couldn’t bring myself to write anything. ~~Annalise. Female. 14 years old. Lives in Fremont, Sandusky County~~ Dear Notebook, Today is my birthday, and I got a new journal from Mommy. But you probably won’t believe the first st

I don't care about their judgements and what anyone thinks the world could perish for all I care. I slipped my flip flops and stretched my tired limbs. I had the best sleep in months. Who wouldn't? My plans are close to actualization. I walked to my drawer and picked my sacred diary, diary of sins and ran my fingers on the surface before spreading the first page and his name popped up. "ADRIAN CUBAN." In bold letters and a hot tear rolled down my left cheek.

Dear Diary, Let me introduce myself to you. I'm Alex. I'm 11-year-old. I'm sorry if you find me awkwardly just like everyone. I can't help it but I hope you'll listen. One of a kid here told me that you can be my best friend. She said you won't get irritated and will listen to all of my worries. I'm still not comfortable here. It's been a month when Sophie found me and brought me here. I have so much to talk, to say it out but I don't know where to start, I'm angry, I'm sad, I'm alone and I don't know what will happen now.