Novel & Cerita Aphmau #diaries

🖱️Victor🖱️ The moment Sammy and Jane left the room with Jayden, the room felt different nAnd somehow more dangerous. I reached inside my coat and pulled out the diary. My mother’s diary. The one that only answers when it wants to. The one that showed me fragments of what was coming before I even understood them. My fingers tightened around it before I opened it. The pages that had been blank before now shimmered faintly. Then slowly, like ink bleeding through water, words began to appear.

I understood what I did was stupid, but at that moment I just didn't care. “I am been honest with you about everything. I have an online friend I talk to. It's the least I can do to have some sort of normal life. She suggested we meet that day. She was the one I was meeting at the Diner”, I explained. I didn't have any excuses, it was up to him to believe me or not. “Your phone is constantly hacked, I would already have known about the online Friend if she or he existed” I let out a sign

I grab the pen from my bag and open diary to write. 2022: Dear mom, Today I lost everything in my life. —Emma

She shouldn’t be here. I don’t feel like eating much. I take out the diary and I know it’s the only thing that can get my mood right. I keep the slip of paper with the Haridwar address inside the diary. I clasp it and my heart is thumping loudly enough to be heard by people around me. I read the name on the slip again—Piyush Makhija, the best friend from school—and wonder what he would say about the dead guy. How would he react?

“Ugh. Rich girl energy.” Sophia gave a watery laugh. “I don’t even know why I’m surprised.” Zara squeezed her hand. “Because you let yourself believe.” Sophia nodded, tears falling again. “I let myself hope. And now that hope is shattered! I don't even want to gather it. If it was possible.” ༺❀༻ Later that night, she opened her diary again. Her hands trembled as she flipped through the pages. She stopped at a recent entry — one she had written just the night before.

Elexiers POV I played with my glass of wine for a bit then drank to it as I watch the run rise from the balcony. Amira fell asleep after our conversation yesterday. She wants to die and I was so alarmed by it. She is suicidal now. God thing she ate dinner. She takes all the blame. I know she is angry to her father, but she is also feeling regrets for wasting her life believing her father is a good man.

Why can't I remember anything? I put my index fingers on both sides of my head and slightly massage the corners of my head. What a horrible dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and grab my phone before heading downstairs. I start texting Kali. Me : I had a terrible dream last night. There was a girl who looked exactly like me except her eyes were completely black. Kali : You have an evil alter ego? Me : Very funny. Kali : I'll pick you up at 1p.m and you can tell me all about it.

--- Amara stared at the notebook for hours. Her hands hovered over it, afraid to touch it, as if it might catch fire. But eventually, curiosity won. She picked it up. The leather was soft, cracked with age. She opened the first page. > March 12th I saw him again today. Dante Moretti. The man everyone fears. But he looked at me like I was something he’d forgotten he wanted. I should be scared… but I’m not. Amara’s fingers trembled as she turned the page.

I smirked knowing that I had gotten him. He hadn't gotten over Amara yet so knowing that she was beginning to dance to my tune and not his really annoyed him. I didn't care, as far as the mafia was concerned I had more power than him so he couldn't do much against me. I hung up the call before he could respond to me then I entered my car and drove back home. He called me twice but I didn't pick up because I didn't have anything to say to him. Minutes later, my phone buzzed and I saw a video of Amara putting on her tampons. Her face showed that she was in pain and I knew it was because of her period.

" Mysterious Man Diary Day ? I don't know the date but I remember it was the time I feel hard for you so, if you ever started reading my old diary, please don't be disgusted with me@~)~~~~ Broke the newly bought pen again.