Breaking Benjamin Diary Jane Novels & Stories

She couldn't just focus on her feelings for him for she was so young and he's a distraction to her studies. When he found about the diary, different kinds of emotions and too much happiness is what he felt. He never thought she was that sweet and poetic. He really got amazed and flattered by what she thought and feels about her but then he got worried and confused about how to handle the situation. He remembered Elena handed him the notebook and told him it was Bea's diary. He got stunned for a moment at first as anger and disappointment rushed through him. He wanted to reprimand Elena for stealing her cousin's diary but she insisted that he must read it. When he was left alone, he opened th

“What’s he called?” “Ben.” “Ben.” He repeats the word suspiciously. “I’ve never heard her talk about a Ben.” “Well.” I shrug again. “I mean, I know about her other old boyfriends. Jamie. And Seamus. And what’s-his-name. The accountant.” “Julian,” I can’t help supplying. “Exactly. But she’s never even mentioned a Ben.” Richard’s eyes rake the room, as though he’s trying to find clues, then they fall on her diary, which is lying half open on the ground. He lifts his gaze to me incredulously.

“How do you know that?” “Benedict’s demons confirmed their presence while we were waiting for all of you at the dinner table. He had planned to wait until after the dinner to kill the maid, but things changed when your demons showed up. Their combined power is much greater than the two we have here in Rothslor,” Jane explained. “Look,” I opened my mouth to speak, and Jane grabbed my legs. I deemed it an attack until I saw how she was sobbing as she clung to me.

She’s lounging comfortably, flipping through a magazine like she has no care in the world. “Can we hurry up?” she calls out, her tone whiny. Benita tugs at my arm, and I flinch slightly before catching myself. “I’m ready,” she says. I nod. “Okay.” Just then, MaryJane steps out, barking instructions at the maids before striding confidently toward Alex’s car like she owns everything. Benita leans closer to me. “I will never understand what’s going on between Sir Alex and MaryJane.” I scoff under my breath. “There’s nothing to understand. Some people just enjoy making bad decisions.”

“I mean, books lie. People lie. Experiments fail all the time.” Jane nodded immediately, stepping in like she always did when things got too heavy. “Exactly,” she said firmly. “You are not alone in this. We are going to find out more. We are not jumping to conclusions based on one creepy science diary.” For a moment, Jayden’s breathing eased. Just a little. Then Jane went quiet. I looked at her sharply and saw that distant look in her eyes, the one she got when her mind was racing ahead of the room. She tapped the edge of the book once, twice, then lifted her gaze back to Jayden.

Let me bring Miss Jane to the room. Ben says while looking at the President. Dame: Let's go Miss Alex. Dame said obviously agreeing to his assistant's thrick. Alex just nodded her head and said good bye to Jane. Alex: I'll be going also after I send the President to his car. See you on Monday Jane. Jane: Okay, take care and be careful. Ben: Let's go Miss Jane. Ben help Jane walk towards the room while Alex follwed behind Dame. When they get in the car. Dame ask Alex.

I don’t want to bother you," she finally said, looking down at her feet. Jane," I said reassuringly, placing a hand on her arm. "You’re never bothering me, and by the way, Marlene is also waiting for you. Calling out Marlene’s name always works to grab Jane's attention. Jane loves her, and not once does she say no to Marlene. I might be selfish for using my daughter as an excuse to spend time with Jane, but it is what it is, and I don’t mind because it brings us all together. Jane looked up, a small smile playing on her lips. "Okay," she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "Let's go see Marlene. And with that, we walked inside, and I guess someone heard the door opening because Mar

Where did they even find it? "I didn't know you had a diary, Benjy! That's so freaken cute! You're such a hopeless romantic guy! Totally feminine too!" Sasha laughs in mockery before reading aloud one of the pages in my journal. "Dear Diary, today sucked. I lost my job because of some dumb blonde--" "I know for a fact that I did not write 'dear diary'," I interrupt her and snatch the book from her hands, her evil clutches, before she and her minions can read any further. "And I'm not feminine! You're just masculine!"

I muttered, rubbing my forehead. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then Zoey frowned, noticing Jane was busy doing something because her attention wasn’t on us. “What are you up to?” Zoey asked, and Jane looked up for just a second. “Searching for something.” She replied. “What?” Curious about what gets Jane to look this serious. “Scrolling through a bitch page.” She replies, she sounds bothered, and furrows my brow, confused. Zoey's expression mirrored mine. “Jane, don’t tell me… you’re scrolling through Sarah’s page?”