Novel & Cerita Aphmau #diaries

A diary! Does she write diaries? Impressive. I was suddenly curious to know about her. What she wrote there. I opened the first page and was met with a not so clear handwriting but it was beautiful, "Hey dear diary, from now on you are my only friend as no one wants to talk with me because of my stuttering problem." The mention of the stuttering problem gave me goosebumps. It felt familiar!! HER thoughts came to mind. My hands tightened on the diary.

Kate’s Pov I sat in the corner booth of the quiet cafe, nursing a lukewarm latte that's gone mostly untouched. My mind kept replaying the scene from last night like a broken reel and I can't shut off. Is the fact that Jim— my Jim was pounding into that woman on our bed while his hands gripping her hips so hard that I swear I could see the bruises forming even from the hallway. “Take it all, you greedy bitch,” he had snarled.

Clement acted like he didn't even notice and kept trying to shove the bowl closer to my mouth. The more I smelled it, the more nauseous I felt. I raised my hand and pushed it away. Some of the soup sloshed out and spilled onto the blanket. Clement's face tightened, and his voice turned cold. "What is it now? We've already apologized about the avalanche. What more do you want? "Enough already. Stop pulling that long face." He sounded so impatient, as if I were being unreasonable for no reason. I looked at the soiled blanket and sighed. "I hate mutton."

Shamae opened the topic. I frowned and shook my head as if I was talking to her face to face before speaking. "Shamae, I just woke up and you're freaking out! Of course I have plans on telling you about it.” I snorted. Of all people, Shamae is the one I trust the most. She's been my human diary since the day I met her. She knows almost all my secrets. So am I, I know everything about Shamae. "I'll see you later in your mansion. Wait for me." I responded then hung up the line.

And the monster’s victory is so complete, it leaves you wondering if you’re reading the journal of the victim… or the secret, proud biography of the victor. Then, after a long pause, Adam lifted the diary again. His thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” he whispered. And he opened the diary. ——— Episode 20 – Pool Party The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of chlorine and expensive perfume. Mason’s name was scrawled across the front in a looping, feminine hand. He slit it open with a thumb, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to the delicate stationery. Inside, on a cardstock the color of a summer sky, were the words:

"Day 156: Had to beg for pain herbs again. The healer looked so sad. I hate pity." "Day 178: Saw Mother shopping with Vivian. They were laughing. I'm glad she's happy, at least." "Day 200: Found my old wolf plushie in the trash. Someone threw it out. Like me." Mother clutched the diary tighter. "Day 245: They're preparing for Vivian's ceremony. The crystal platform is beautiful. Exactly what I dreamed of for my ceremony."Asked Father for money today. For cloth. He called me worthless. Maybe he's right."

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Amari POV: Bored I walked into the dusty room and I did some cleaning up. Got rid of the cobwebs and opened the curtains to try to brighten up the place Tracing my fingers over all the books on the shelf one falls onto the floor landing on my feet and I jump back a little. Picking up the book it says Album. Aww this must have all his baby pictures Opening it I'm met with a picture of a girl. My heart stops. Underneath the picture, it reads Amanda Calvenski. Cause of death Untreated cancer.

When afternoon came, Iyah decided to buy coffee at Starbucks near her studio then got home straight She just washed up, then changed her clothes to something comfortable, and browsed to her phone. Iyah isn’t too drawn to social media, but she has some. She just opened them and saw if there were important messages in her email. But when she opened the gram, a silhouette of a couple of kissing appeared in her feed like it was a mock of faith. It was Lia’s post. “Forever grateful for you.” A caption says. 20.6 K Likes and 350 Comments

Which, honestly, it kind of is now. The notifications never stop. People tagging me in memes, sending crying-laughing emojis, asking if I need a podcast, a N*****x deal, a hitman. I ignore most of it. Then I see it. Amara’s account (still active, because of course the cockroach survived the nuclear winter) posts at 8:47 a.m. A blurry black-and-white sonogram. The kind you get at eight weeks, grainy, a little bean with a flickering heartbeat.