Book Reader Journal Novels & Stories

Heat rolled off him in waves We stared at each other. My heart was beating so fast and loud… I could swear that he could hear it thumping against my ribs. My lower stomach tightened hard, as a deep ache began spreading low, begging silently for attention “I told you to come, not to run,” he breathed right in my face, his breath brushing my lips “What are you doing?” there was panick in my Panic voice “I want to sin with you little Muna” he murmured, eyes locked on mine, dark and steady. “A sin you put in my head”

Thursday, 13 February 2014 11:00pm Dear Jennifer, I have decided to write a personal journal to help me cool off my head over the tough times I face with my family. Should anything weird happen to me one day, I hope this book will find its way to you and help solve the riddles around my situation. I am not predicting something bad to happen to me or my family any soon; however, the future, and all its occurrences, is inevitable.

I jumped out suddenly as I found the man's book-like journal and her voice at the same time. "Alright, dug in all of his communication platforms and history" "Copy that" I unfurl the book wide yet floundering to perform clasping the phone and the other on the pages. The book it was like his diary where he sets his satisfaction and further fantasy beyond more a dream but gruesome desires. It was unsettling while reading his strategies and reasons starting from beginning to end. "He has contact with Lydia Manskim in Callme" She responded at last and then I closed the book.

His beautiful eyes always make my heart race. My mom doesn't like me reading books but I don't have any other friends.' It seemed like a personal diary to me. My curiosity was going up nearly touching the sky. Who was she? Flipping pages, reading Amelia's daily life story I would say it looked like a high school romance novel. I have read the first journal and was about to go for the second one when I heard the voice of the main door opening. Shit! My husband was back. I didn't know the time as it passed fast while I was busy reading the interesting story.

Proof that he tries to change how he is, a little ray of hope for my confused soul. I close it and push it back in beside a black leather-bound book, heart racing slightly in case he sees me going through this stuff and I pause to examine it. Interest piqued because it seems out of place among textbooks. It looks like a journal and when I pull it out and open it, I find that it is.

"Hi!" said the familiar voice through the door. She saw how he respects her family. He looked at her and smiled. "Well, I just went here to look if you’re okay now. It seems you’re even finer than I imagined. How's your feeling?" "I'm fine." she politely said. She saw how he looked at her family and her family went out. "Nurse Dy, its okay if you'll stay here. I want her to feel comfortable just by you staying." Dr. Jimenez said that made her relief. He looked straight to her eyes. "I know, it's difficult to understand so I'm here to give you this." he gave a thick black book. "I'll entrust my journal, just by reading those with book marks and high lightened sentences. In addition, I'll entr

Jayden waved his hand then focused on his journals. Felicia pursed her lips in disgust. She put the notebook back into her laptop bag and then began reading the book she had taken earlier. She photographed some of the materials she needed, not forgetting her library. Because this is important, it is often questioned by the truth guide from her library. So when looking for journals must be appropriate. Usually journals that already have an ISSN number are allowed. Jayden quietly watched Felicia, who looked serious about copying some materials to her laptop, was also busy taking photos of the books with her cellphone. He smiled a little.

But nothing prepared for the hybrid journals and what was done to their parents. The last entry of this journal was eighteen years ago. Strange. I flipped the book to the first page, and just as I was about to get vested in it, I heard a voice. “You're going to tell me why you are reading that.

"I'm not sure. But I am almost sure no one saw me, can you tell me what is going on right now? Is it some sort of 'no touch book'?" "Well, kinda. You see that book is not a scrapbook. It's a journal." "Okay, whose journal?" "Everyone you saw their pictures there." "Wait, hold on." "Holding on." "You're telling me that that book is a diary? Like not historical data or educative, I don't know, background checks. You are saying it's a diary?" "Well, practically we go by journal but sure diary works too." "If it is a diary, why the hell is it kept in the library? I have never heard of a diary being kept in a library before."

The fact that there are many books in this library, I can say that he just randomly asked books to fill this place… “D. M" Hmm? That is the letter that is written in every last part of the page. It was cursive. “Should I… read this?” I was hesitant whether or not I should read this journal bit then… I find it hard to put it back. It was as if some force is telling me to read it. “Alright…” Madison, bring it on! Let’s read this book! The front page was a purely simple note for the title. There was no acknowledgment or any author's note.