Best Diary Novels Novels & Stories

Noah let out a light chuckle, then turned back to me. “Your secret weapon?" “Yeah, it’s her diary.” I said like I was trying to convince him. “Your secret weapon is a stupid book?” “It’s a diary.” “Like I said, a stupid book?” I rolled my eyes, then began to read the diary. “The only thing you would be seeing is rants, gossip and probably a wishlist of things she wants.” Noah said as he started the car and began to drive home.

“How did that affect you?” “It broke something,” I said simply. “Something I have not fully recovered from.” He nodded once. “And after that?” “After that, everything started making sense in the worst possible way. The recording that was leaked, the things that were said, the manuscript I came across later.” Matteo’s eyes narrowed slightly. “The manuscript?” I gave a short nod. “She wrote it like a diary. An age gap romance story. It was very detailed and personal.” “What stood out to you?” he asked.

It was a call from my editor – sharing the good news that the interview I had with IBS-CON network ranked number one in talk shows and that my book was once again sold out in a well-known bookstore. Elated I was, I ran inside my room and wrote about it in my journal. And while I was happily writing the news about my success, I caught a glimpse of an old notebook – stuck in between my two other novels. I pulled it out, and in an instant, the memories I had written in that diary rushed over me. I felt the urge to open it – which I did, and there I read what seems to happen like yesterday... ******************* Dear Diary, I'VE BEEN BULLIED AGAIN!

She felt helpless and weak, and the thought of not being able to save her best friend was driving her crazy. Suddenly, her hand hit something underneath the bed; she first paid no attention until she heard the metal clank from the shift. Double-minded, she pulled it out, her eyes landing on a rusty old metal with a yellow drawing. Memories from college swamped her mind; she had one, too. She and Mireille called it their secret diary, only that it contained everything. Lifting the lid off, she wiped her face with the back of her palm before searching through them. Most were old notes from herself, Mireille’s late parents, and her first love.

Dear Diary, “What a day. Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. First, I got kidnapped, i don’t even know what to say about that , i am still in shock . Then, Rue came for me like some movie hero. And now… he almost saw you. He almost saw EVERYTHING I’ve written about him. God, if he had, I’d be six feet under right now from embarrassment and it’s crazy how i am worried about that instead of my main secret , i am stupidly in love that i forget about it sometimes . .

Yet, there was an unmistakable presence that lingered behind. My eyes immediately landed on the disarray of belongings scattered around—a half-folded sweater draped over a chair, a pen precariously close to rolling off the edge of the desk, and a small leather book shoved clumsily behind a lamp. As I stepped closer, curiosity got the best of me. I pulled the book out, brushing away a thin layer of dust that had settled on top. It was a diary—Reya's diary. My heart dropped. I opened it carefully, flipping through the pages filled with notes from class, doodles of flowers and strange symbols, and the margins packed with her thoughts—snippets of poetry, quotes she adored, and random observation

The silent communion with her aspirations, though tinged with sorrow, became a celebration of a life that had touched theirs profoundly. The room, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, became a sanctuary of shared memories and unspoken emotions as they delved deeper into Sophia's diary. The diary seemed to hold a piece of her soul, an intimate portrait of her dreams, hopes, and the profound love that had defined her existence.

He had so many kids' books there, very colourful and interesting stories. "Diary of a Hybrid girl, Tessa's mess, Traveling to New York, Tales of Patrick Hansel, and Happily ever after" I would say, over and over again. Those were my favorites and he never got tired of reading them to me. In the 'Happily ever after', there was the love story of man and a woman. The woman was already married , while the man was single and lonely. The woman was married but not happy, because the man she was married to, was much older than her and he treated her like a slave. He beat her everyday and fed her crumbs. Soon, she fell pregnant and tried running away. However the single man had been watching her and

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

I reach out and grab the journal, trying to steady my trembling hands as I read the words written on the yellowed pages. "The Diary of Cassian Devin." My fingers trace the words, feeling the weight of the revelation sink in. Cassian Devin? That's a journal written by The First Vampire who looks the same as me!? I lift the journal from the desk as my eyes scan the elegant handwriting that fills the lines of the current page the journal was open to. Dear Diary, Today is the 10th day since Eleanor had left me behind. I still can't find our baby Danielle. All, I could find were ashes near my Eleanor's bloody body which once used to be warm and vibrant.