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Dear Diary, It's been a few days since I last wrote to you. Nothing special happens on my day so I can't tell you anything. Only now can I write to you again because what happened to me last night was so good and satisfying. I killed Rhiza even though she did not do anything bad to me. Maybe I was angry with her for what her girlfriend Clarisse did to me. I promised myself that Clarisse will be the one I will kill next so that they will be together in hell after all, that's where they belong. We will also meet there but it will be a long time before I die. I will just kill my classmates first because they deserve it.

She had truly experienced what it felt like to be stabbed in the heart. It recorded Xu Yi's love for Ye Shaotang and his daily life. Some of his hobbies or things he liked were all recorded in this diary. Xu Yi's eyes were moist and her heart was twitching. She remembered that there was once a famous novel called a letter from a strange woman. The diary was almost the same as that book, and the tone of love took up most of it. Only then did Xu Yi know how much she loved Ye Shaotang.

They were leather bound with gilt edged pages. She lifted them out and flicked through the pages. Matthew McCavendish’s handwriting was precise but florid and took Sally a moment to decipher. When she’d got the hang of it and was able to scan each of the journals, she honed in on the volumes she wanted—those that contained entries about the Beast and its origins.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

On the other hand, my curiosity and the need to take my mind off of Sariel, Draven, and all the other issues overcame the potential threat. I grabbed a tissue and used it to open the book as if expecting the pages to be poisoned. I turned the first page and it turned out to be some old diary. I ran through a few entries. The handwriting I found on those pages was sophisticated and beautiful, while the entries themselves looked like historical notes. As I took a closer look, I saw the dates marked in the corners: they were all dated in the nineteenth century. As I read a couple more entries, I started to realize that the one who had written it was a noble… a vampire noble, a woman at that.

“Dear Diary, I'm Cindy, I'm seventeen years old, and this marks my first day staying clean and sober. Finally kicked that addiction, and I'm over the moon. I have no friends to share this little triumph with, except for Bianca and Scott. Figured pouring it onto these pages might ease some of the excitement." Reading through the entries, the diary revealed a side of Claire I had never known. Cindy, a younger version of her, wrestling with the shadows of addiction, finding peace in the simple act of journaling. Each page showed her battles, triumphs, and the intimate details of a life she had kept hidden from me. Rolling my eyes, I couldn't help but notice her overly romanticized view of Scott

But what she had shown him last night, as he held her in his arms and tasted her lips, it wasn’t the same Isabelle that he had just seen. On the table, near the half-empty coffee cup, was her little diary. What a strange person... In times like these, when everyone was using ultra-high-performance cell phones to communicate, when they were using notebooks to write, Isabelle still used pen and paper to write down her thoughts. Shawn felt tempted to open and read what she had just written and the temptation had the best of him. He leaned back slightly and looked inside the house, to see if anyone was in sight and then took the diary and opened it. He read the first thing that saw.

"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.

I looked outside through his window and realize he was still outside, i quickly pick his DIARY and open it, i ignore so many chapters and then i glanced through the date we both met "Diary, i know it has been long since i have written to you but i met this crazy girl and believe me i have never come across a girl more crazier than her " Gosh!!! this guy is really annoying How dare he call me a crazy girl?? I skipped some part but then i stopped I shouldn't be reading his diary, it is quite bad Author's POV CJ was feeling uncomfortable with Kayla following him, he wish it was Anna who was actually following him

he turned back to the deer he had caught, he bit into the animal's neck and drained it of it's blood in a few seconds. "This is different, Jidey." "How is it fucking different?"he exclaimed. "We are the only ones standing between this place being totally destroyed... And I think I might have seen... I'm not sure I know what I saw." "I have seen her too," Jidey replied as he got up and stared his blood red eyes into mine. "What?" I asked surprisingly. "I went by the diner and saw the girl. Adeezah, was it?" "That was Qayah, brother. It was really her!"