Anonymous Diary Novels & Stories

It was a kind of motivational story that She finds interesting and motivated in this kind of scenario. After ten minutes, Akshadh completed writing and he placed the diary in the table as usual. Janu was completely immersed in the book. She was not interested in reading his love personal diary. Every day while cleaning the room, she had a glance at the diary but she never opened it. It is more than enough to get hurt him every day and didn't want to get hurt by reading that in his absence. Akshadh took long steps and took his bike key. He informed his maa and went out.

he ignored my question and called the server. “Do you have anything spicy here?” “Um...like what?” “Never mind, Do you have French fries?” “Yes.” “I will bring it.” When the server left, he turned to me. “Then what’s that note? Any study stuffs.” “It’s my diary. I will write about myself and my daily life. But I don’t feel like writing it anymore” “Why?” he said without taking his eyes off me. “Cause nothing good happens in my life, so why should I have one. I want life to be happy, interesting with a little of passion, adventure, love which I never found.”

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.

It's been a day and the man didn't even say a single word to me, yes he insulted me and called me a gold digger. Whenever I tried to make conversation, he will only get nod or hum. It's only been a day and I am already starting to feel lonely. I had habit of writing diary occasionally when I feel I need something to let out. I looked at the A4 size diary in my hand. This will be my friend in this now lonely life of mine. I purposely bought new diary. I wanted to start of her new life with this new diary. I had already left everything behind. So my old diary. I thought for a moment. I couldn't decide the title of my diary. Finally I decided and write on the front of diary.

“That’s rare around here. Everyone else just writes checks.” Adrian laughed. “Yeah, I noticed.” They stepped away from the crowd slightly, finding a quiet pocket near a window that looked over the garden. Eli leaned casually against the wall, swirling his wine. “So, what do you write?” “Articles mostly,” Adrian said, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Some short stories. Nothing glamorous. Magazines, online journals. You wouldn’t know any of them.” “Try me.” Adrian smiled, surprised by the interest. “I like peace and Quiet. Most of my stories are about small things. A town nobody’s heard of. A man who grows trees in his kitchen. Real stuff.”

Dear Diary, I've started journalling again after two years. The reason I stopped was because of a man. And the reason I'm writing again is because of another man. I think I'm cursed in that department. I'm ten days into getting over Darnell and somehow it feels like I haven't made any progress at all. Like for one, if I'm really determined on getting over him, I wouldn't be writing it down in a damn book. I dropped the pen and closed the book harder than necessary. This wasn't working. I picked up my coffee and took a sip before setting it back down. I remembered asking for vanilla in my coffee but it tasted completely bland. One of the many reasons I missed Café Denise.

"Jackpot." I grinned. What better way to know a person's deep, dark secret than through their diary? And with how hidden this one was, there had to be some dirty little secrets. Some recent dirty secrets because the last date was just a few months ago. I sat down on the floor and began reading the first entry. Some minutes and some pages later, I was already getting bored out of my mind. It was just the usual stuff of how her day went and what somebody did to hurt her. Boring drama but no juicy story.

My body just wouldn’t settle anymore. I was nineteen, one month away from turning twenty, but right then I felt like his helpless little patient again, dripping and desperate with no relief. Mom and Dad had headed out early for their full day work trip and wouldn’t be back until late tonight, leaving the whole house empty except for me and this burning need between my legs. I rolled onto my back and let my hand drift down before I could stop it. My fingers brushed over my slick folds and I shivered hard. “Shit, I’m such a mess already,” I whispered to the empty room, my voice all breathy.

Audrey said "Okay." Adrian said opening the first page "Whoa, how long have you been doing this?" Adrian asked flipping through the pages "Since the first day we kissed each other, you like it?" Audrey asked "Of course. It's like you painted everything we've done together. I don't like it, I love it." Adrian said "Thanks, wanna see a family album?" Audrey asked "If you deem me worthy." Adrian said "Here this was before the girls and I became close, and this one is after we became friends. Most people have diaries for expressing themselves. I just express my feelings with my drawings." Audrey said

Dear Diary; What a ridiculous thing to do! I have never kept a diary in my entire life. Why now? I will tell you why… I have too much to say and no one to say it to… so here it goes. My name is Zinnia, full name… that I will keep to myself. Thank you very much! I am still in bed, whilst writing in this stupid diary, I am worried about the day ahead. Dawn has not broken yet, and I wish it would never break.