Bridget Jones's Diary Novelas e Histórias

Nate's POV I walked back into the dense woods behind our family cabin, leaves crunching under my feet . Brooke right next to me , her hand brushing against mine every other step. It's our second day at this vacation, and tension has been building since we arrived. Our parents were back at the cabin with everyone else, I'm sure, making lunch, but Brooke said earlier she wanted to show me somewhere she found. those eyes were telling me otherwise . She's 19 and has that stringy build from track running,

“Her photos with Levi’s dad are everywhere.” Briar’s beauty was also one of the reasons all of her victims fell for her. “Tell me how it went. Did you at least get to speak with one of the many eligible bachelors?” Diana asked. I looked away from her and started to walk towards my locker. “Who says eligible bachelors these days?. “Did Vincent come? Did he ask about me?” Diana asked. I unlocked my locker. “He came but we didn't really speak much.” The bell for the first class which was literature rang.

“Then I’m calling it a book.” Troy’s chest shook under his cheek with a silent laugh. “Then we live them on purpose.” “On purpose.” --- Morning brought nothing from Silas but a single message to Bridget that she screenshotted and sent without drama: *Tell them the evening was acceptable. Tell them thank you.* Bridget’s caption: *He’s expanding his vocabulary. Proud of everyone.* Alex showed Troy over coffee. Troy nodded, kissed the corner of his mouth, and went to site. Alex went to campus with a birthday evening in his pocket instead of a stone.

I had to do this…here goes nothing… Opening the door to my room, with nothing but a wedding dress, a spare dance uniform and a duffle bag with my life’s worth of savings…I came face to face with the woman who I was going to spend the rest of my year with. “Hey, run-away bride!” She laughed; her smile open and contagious. “You’re my new roommate?” She was about five feet seven in height, with more of an athletic built. Her skin was porcelain white and her hair was jet black with literal rainbow highlights that reached the middle of her back. A diamond shaped face and electric blue eyes. She was wearing black shorts and a rainbow colored tank top and black slippers and huge hoop earrings while

Shayla understood her and didn’t say any words. When Bria was gathering all her belongings inside her drawer, a not familiar book caught her attention. It was in the corner of her drawer and it has a purple and pink cover. She got curious about what’s inside, so she flipped the book and realized it was a diary. And it belongs to her mom. “Journey with my little Gummy bear, Sabria Verone.” was written on the cover. At that moment, she felt the presence of her mom. She turned the page led her to the very first day her mom wrote on the dairy.

As a tear slid down her cheek, Troy sprung forward kneeled in front of her, and took her hands in his. “I’m sorry! I never meant to make you cry! This is all for that dance I’ve been hearing so much about, I didn’t even think,” Briar cut him off. “These aren’t tears of sadness. They come from a place of happiness.” She smiled at him. “There’s still one box left. I saved the best for last.” He lifted a book sized box to her. When Bri opened it, there was a journal in it. “What’s this for? I don’t write much anymore.” She looked at him blinking, never telling him she wrote.

It held a lot of secrets ,she was bewildered herself if every human could be as callous as Sloan will be then the world will be more dangerous than it already was . She snapped all the entire diary and returned to where she picked it from . Snapping out of her thought she enters a large house which had vast lands where the cattles fed , loud braying of donkeys and neighing of horses was heard . There was a lady standing by the side of the door . she held a tray filled with bread crumbs Bessie decided to approach her although her facial expressions doesn't look welcoming . “ Hello dear ” Bessie greeted “ Hello City lady ,how may I help you ? ” Jolie answered

and I'm not sure he heard me until I see him look up in surprise but then he starts to smirk at me and I can feel my heart skip a beat at that smirk. Don't get too close Braze. I look down and now I know why she took so long because wow. Okay I know I don't come here often, actually, I don't come here at all but I can bet on my house that this, whatever this is, is not supposed to look like that. First of all the cups are so big and didn't Brandon order a grande? Medium right? I ordered a large but Brandon cup is way bigger than mine and his cup is so overfull that the cream is dripping down the cup and spilling over at the table. She also added a couple of biscuits that are sticking out fro

Males who hit females are cruel, sadistic and barbaric. - from the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones - VER DROPS HER TRAY of food on our table with a loud thud as she sits on the chair. "Guess what, I've got good news and the bad news for you. And you of all people prefer hearing good news first, before the bad." I put the slice of pizza on my plate, and arche an eye brow at Ver who carries on smiling like a dummy. "What?"

I started guessing. I typed in my date of birth—just because. And the safe clicked open. What the hell? I stood frozen for a second. That was not what I was expecting. Inside, there were no weapons—just letters and….. Diaries. Rows of them. I pulled them out one by one, hands trembling slightly. The thick scent of feminine perfume floated out—sweet, lingering, unmistakably Beatrice’s. It clung to the pages like a ghost. Whatever these diaries held, I couldn’t read them here. I had to go.