Aphmau #diaries Novels & Stories

His voice also gets a bit low when he lies. "I have something to give you". I said. "What?" He asked without an expression of excitement. I smiled at him. He just looked at me smiling with his magical eyes. His eyes were giving that look which were shouting that he was in love with me. I gave him a diary and a pen."This, I wanted to give you this. Yesterday, when you were drunk. I came to know that you have so many things to say to me. Many words are locked behind those lips. So, whenever you find it hard to say something to me. Write it on a page from this diary and give that page to me. In this way, I would know about the things you wanted to say but you couldn't". He took that diary and p

(Three days before the car crash) Esma’s pov “Still banging your head in the books?” I heard Dumeny's voice from behind and I shut my diary as soon as I heard him coming in my direction. I have been writing everything since last night in this diary. Since I met Moona.

They were really gone, and I was all alone. I dragged my numb body back to my room. The silence was so heavy that even the sound of my own breathing felt jarring. I opened the closet and folded a few everyday clothes into my suitcase. Passport, IDs, and bank cards—I checked them one by one. As I cleared out my drawer, a thick notebook slipped out and thudded onto the floor. It was the diary I'd started writing when I was eight. I stared at it, my fingers trembling, and was unable to stop myself from flipping it open.

She glanced over at Elysian whom had a smile on his face too. She slowly opened the diary, The pages in the diary were getting old and dusty, The diary didn’t seem to have much words like all other diaries,But it didn’t seem like it was meant to help them in their quest to save Ma.Coco "Nothing in here is helpful!" Aurora says sadly and Elysian collected the diary from her and tried to read it but he could see the same thing, It wasn’t going to help them in anything, It was full of gibberish.

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I sneered, interrupting him. His laugh seized, and he took a small step toward me. I struggled against the Mini Hulks grip and tried to step back, keeping the distance between us. “Do you know who I am, little mouse?” His hand reached out, and he wiped my bloodstained lip with the pad of his thumb. I hissed with pain. “You're an asshole.” I replied brazenly as I looked him square in the eye. “No, little mouse. My name's Amar Diamandis.” He stated proudly, arching a single brow.

A frustrated sob interrupted my useless blabber. It wasn't because I wasn't able to form a coherent sentence, it was because I couldn't keep pretending that I was strong and could tough it out. It broke my heart to see Amaka, a girl so full of life and infectious smiles, fighting for her life in that ICU ward. It killed me to see Stephen cry and couldn't do anything about it. I only had a little over twenty four hours to draw millions together for her surgery and all I'd done so far was stutter nonsense to someone that could be of help.

I yelled angrily, sniffling and hugging myself tighter. “Exactly, Jessamine. I had this huge crush on the little girl I saw crying at the playground,” he yelled back. “Yeah! That would be really weird!” I screamed, wiping the tears that rolled down my cheeks. “This is too much, Aiden! You’re here to confess, not to lie more.”

The craving for the ritual itself. The sauna had become less of a location and more of an identity. “That’s the dangerous part,” Chloe murmured. “When a fantasy stops feeling temporary.” She looked down at the diary again, her fingers resting against the worn cover. Then, after a long silence, Chloe slowly opened it once more and turned the page, preparing herself for the next confession waiting inside. _______ Episode 59 – The Whisper App The notification chimed on her phone with a sound like a tiny, digital bell. Sloane didn’t jump. She let it sit, glowing on the dark screen of her device, a single point of light in her minimalist, steel-and-onyx apartment.

NINA'S POV The laughter of the Sassies echoed through the school courtyard, sharp and high-pitched like glass breaking. I sat among them, but my mind wasn’t there. My phone buzzed in my palm, and I lowered my gaze. The video I’d recorded earlier lit up the screen again, daring me to press play. And of course, I did. The screen filled with Amara. Her hair messy, her lips swollen, faint red marks painting her neck. Marks that were fresh. Marks I knew.