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I walked over and picked it up and Adrian made a noise like he was going to stop me but I opened it anyway. The first page had Sophia's name and a date from three years ago and the pages were filled with her handwriting, paragraphs of tiny neat words. "This is her diary," I said. "That's not—" Adrian stopped. "I thought that was a work journal." "It's her diary." I flipped through and saw they were all dated, all personal entries about her life and thoughts. I turned to the last entry and my blood went cold when I saw the date. The day before she died.

I was in disbelief that Henry could actually have a thing for literature. Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which laid under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Henry's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped it's pages opened. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about giving up on the diary when I saw a recent write up and it had my name written. Dear Diary It's been long since I last opened you. I guess life issues could actually make one forget a friend. Anyways, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck bef

I went over to the desk and started ripping papers writing years down. The oldest recollection I had was before the barrier was erected but that was just in passing memory. This Diary starts out with the night of the barrier being created. It’s by far the oldest and at fifteen hundred years old I put that one first on the shelf taking care to place the others on the floor. There were nearly a hundred diaries each from a different person but whatever reason Dimitris had them here I didn’t know. I just knew that time was flying by as I continued looking up dates and marking down years. A few times I’d get caught up in reading until I was brought back to the task on hand. Maybe making it throug

It had been the longest day at work, to finish off the longest week. I was so glad it was the last Friday of the month, this meant only one thing, my online book club was getting together to gossip about their latest read, all of us would have a glass of wine or two as we swapped ideas on our most recent book. I had a feeling tonight would be a good session as they had picked an erotic novel this time.

Or, it may be something that I can work with him on, to get him to accept just like when it happened with Asher and Dan, and maybe even enjoy, but I chose my diary instead of confessing to my husband. It was locked down, the boys and I were on a little break and the only cock I had in my hot pussy was David, my husband. I wanted to explore, but I couldn’t since I'd vowed to the boys that I belonged to them alone. Without the boys, I turned to my diary to pen down how I met my husband.

He occupies her. And the thing that keeps me up at night? The diary just… ends. Where are they now? Is she still in that house, that bed, that shower, being “washed clean” of a world she never sees? He didn’t just want her body. He wanted her reality. And he got it. Justin’s story isn’t a love story. It’s a horror story about the ultimate triumph of will. 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.

She wasn’t any more than the image of my neighbor, a girl with the pretense of an adventurer, her people would send her on a mission in which she would end up being the target of abuse and humiliation. “My dear readers, to finish, I will leave you these beautiful illustrations of what is to come.” With this in mind, just let us see how “Kaleida” was the object of rapes and mistreatment. One of those looked like a plant with tentacles wrapped around her body. At the same time, she spits some acid onto her clothes, leaving her completely exposed. In another one, she was completely gagged while she was raped by bandits from all holes possible. I could feel like I had an erection, so I decided t

We have a nice selection of them, actually. Along with the journals are some musty cloth-bound editions of classic literary texts. You know the kind. Books which appear antique and valuable but aren’t. Here’s a damp, musty-smelling copy of Benito Cereno, next to a collection of Shakespeare’s plays. Also, several classic editions of Hemingway’s novels. Now here’s something interesting. A diary. Upon opening it, a name scrawled on the inside cover grabs my attention: “Jebediah Bassler.” Of Bassler House? Bassler Road, and Bassler Memorial Library? This is interesting, to say the least.

"What if she's made for peace?" I'm unsure how to answer that and have no idea where the question came from. Our Beasts are made for war, and a Nova is the scariest Beast of all. "Why do you ask?" "It's something I read in the women's journals. You need to hear it." I walk to her bedside, pick up the stack of journals, and take them to the table. Marinah lifts the top book, shuffles pages, and begins reading.

Via called, "You should be using your free time to take a break from the academics. Otherwise, you'll die a nerd." "I am not studying. It is a dear diary. You should start yours too." Her friend stopped her writing to respond. Via was aware of the purpose of a daily diary; she had read several books series of the Royal Diaries from their school library. Those kinds of fictional diaries of actual female figures royalty as a child throughout history. She was well knowledgeable of the unwritten rule that they are supposed to be personal. That means it should be a secret even from their closest friends. However, Via's curiosity wanted to read the thoughts of her friend.