Bihar Diaries Novels & Stories

~Miss Pretty Seeing the first page of her diary made her cry. That was the time she started to write a diary about her feelings for Thyago. That was the time she started to foolishly fall for him. When she looked closely at the page, something suddenly took her attention when she saw a little note written below her notes. When she checked it, it was like a note so she read it. Dearest Miss Pretty: I have a confession to make. The very first time I saw that cute little girl named Bea, I know something strange tugged in my chest deep inside and maybe I'm not aware of it. She was so adorable, cute, shy, and smart.

One of which was the same diary he had seen with Mishka a few times, but the other one was different. He opened the diary, and it was actually a photo album containing Mishka’s picture with her parents. Eric smiled, flipping the pages, and it had now some pictures of orphanage kids and Riya. He turned another page, and it was an old man with Mishka sitting on the banks of the river Ganga.

With trembling hands, I approached it, my fingers brushing against the rough wood. With a creak, I lifted the lid, revealing a treasure trove of forgotten memories. Among the yellowed pages and faded photographs, my gaze landed on a leather-bound diary. It was weathered with time, its once vibrant cover now worn and aged. I knew instinctively that this diary held the answers we had been searching for.

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")

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!"

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.

"Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!" With that, I set the diary aside and stand up, taking a deep breath. It's now or never, I think to myself. I make my way back to the living room, my bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor. I plop down on the couch, feeling the cool leather against my naked skin. I grab the remote and start flipping through the channels again, this time without a st

I guess this girl is related to fashion and dress designs I Wondered who is she and if this is her diary why its with me. Who dropped it here at my doorstep? I flipped the next page: It was titled: The journey from Dehradun to Mumbai

Anshul was the first one to respond while Agnay was still in shock and Tapish was taking deep breaths to control his rage as he didn’t want to do anything that he was not supposed to do. She turned towards Tapish extending her hand to him, causing his eyes to divert to her hand to see that in her hand was a half-burnt diary, at single glance of which he recognized it. His eyes went blank in a swift second when they fell on Nalini's diary which was full of fury as his face turned emotionless. His raw emotions were creating a storm inside him which was enough to weaken him but he didn’t not want to show this vulnerable side of him to anyone.

By the time the first pale light of dawn started creeping over the desert, my shorts were a sticky mess and my clit was throbbing again just from the memory. I didn’t stop until I hit a truck-stop bathroom two hours later. I cleaned up as best I could under the harsh fluorescent lights, staring at the faint bruises already forming on my hips and the red handprints still visible on my ass in the mirror. I looked wrecked. Used. Exactly how I felt. I kept the receipt. ……………