Breaking Benjamin Diary Jane Novels & Stories

“Dear dairy, I don't know why I feel this way, but I can't take it anymore. I'm living with my three brothers now and a day doesn't go by without a touch from them. I feel fire all over my body and I just want them to touch me. Is that a crime?” She closed up the page and went to sleep. * Jennifer woke up feeling light and tattered. Her sheets were all messed up. She remembered what she did. Write down words about Blaze and suddenly felt wet. She checked underneath her pillow and— Her diary was gone. She scrambled off the bed, took off the blankets, checking under her pillow over again and on the floor, even inside her backpack. There was nothing. She felt panic rising in her chest. Just the

As the initial surprise settled in, Daisy found herself enveloped in hugs and laughter, her worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of friendship and celebration. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, each moment etching a memory that would stay with Daisy for years to come. Amidst the joyous chaos, she couldn't help but steal glances at the file still clutched in her hand, a stark reminder of the weighty decision looming in the back of her mind. "Happy birthday, Daisy," Christiana said, handing her a small gift with a knowing smile. Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams.

Alpha Liam’s POV “You’re frowning again,” Caleb said as he placed the cup on the table. “If that curse doesn’t kill you, your temper will.” “Your presence alone is enough to hasten my death,” I retorted. At the sound of someone's footsteps, I turned. Jane stepped inside quietly like she wasn’t sure she was welcome. Her hair was loosely tied back, a few strands falling on her face. She looked exactly like what Caleb would describe as a lost puppy who’d wandered into the wrong room.

"I'll give it to you." "That's all I need to hear from you." Jane took a step back with her hands behind her back. "I have nothing else to say. You can get busy. I'll wait for you at home." Cory couldn't describe how he felt when he saw Jane acting all demure and obedient. Benji noticed and immediately went up to him. "Boss, last night—" "Don't ask things you shouldn't know." Benji shut up and swallowed his words. He was sure he had seen hickeys on Jane's neck. It was exactly what he thought it was!

"She'll be a tough nut to crack—she's stubborn as hell. Good luck with that." Outside, Jane, frustrated by Tom's refusal to cooperate, decided to teach him a lesson. Without warning, she pushed open the door to one of the private rooms—the very one where Natalie and Benjamin were. Benjamin was stunned. He stared at their uninvited guest for a moment before frowning. "What's the meaning of this?"

She picked up her forks and began to eat. Reginald sat there and made a gesture to leave. Jane, seeing this, immediately left the dining room. Once in the living room, she saw Ben, impeccably dressed in a suit, standing in front of a wall drawing circles with a strange look on his face. "Ben, what are you doing?" Jane looked at him curiously. Ben looked over with an expression of utter despair. "Don't worry about me; I just feel a bit uneasy with nothing to do." The young miss mustn't do anything reckless.

Mike, on the other hand, was an energetic, extroverted boy with an unquenchable thirst for adventure. Even as a young girl, Jane was more of an observer than a participant. She felt most at home in the world of words and illustrations, where she could unleash her creativity and express her feelings freely. Jane was an artist, and her canvas was her life. With her distinctive chestnut pigtails and reflective hazel eyes, she stood out from her peers, often finding solace in the quiet corners of the schoolyard, away from the hustle and bustle.

I haven’t spoken to my parents since the last time Jane reared her ugly head and tried to butt into my life. Jane Burns, the bleach-blonde menace in designer heels, had no business in this restaurant, let alone Newark. She didn’t look at me first. Nope, her eyes zeroed in on Ofelia, narrowing with instant recognition. The twitch of her lip told me she remembered everything. The ruined suede shoes. The faint scratch on her arm. The smug calico who’d delivered justice without flinching.

She said with a bow and stepped aside for me to enter. " Thank you, Hannah. You may leave." Jane sat Cross legged on the floor, her black long hair falling forward, partly covering her face as she bit her bottom lip in concentration. There were coloured pencils strewn all over the floor and her hands scribbled furiously across the paper. “Hello, darling." I called softly and she raised her head to look at me. Her Golden eyes blinked twice as if she couldn't recognize me for a few seconds but then she smiled.

“Stephanie what do you want?” Stephanie lifted her gaze to meet her and chuckled softly. “Very well then , sit down let talk.” Jane felt a cold shiver run through her spine as she met Stephen’s gaze. She stared blankly at Stephanie,she could tell Stephanie had changed.even though she couldn’t pinpoint how. Stephanie was no longer the naive girl you can easily take advantage of . Jane slowly sat down. Stephanie dropped a stack of pictures in front of her. Jane froze when she saw those pictures. “S…Stephanie, where did you get all this?” She stuttered.