Burari Case Diary Notes Novels & Stories

Whatever security system had been here before had already been bypassed. Inside, it looked like a lab. Not the sterile kind with steel and white light, but an archive twisted into a testing site. Files were stacked on wide stone tables. Shelves lined the walls, full of re-bound ledgers and vials filled with preserved samples in cloudy fluid. The papers weren’t just reports. They were obsessive. Notes scribbled in the margins. Diagrams of the nervous system overlaid with hormonal cycles. Tables tracking gene markers and bond compatibility. Handwritten phrases repeated across multiple pages:

she said. ​I glanced at her. “You figured that out quickly.” “You don’t react without thinking first,” she replied. “That’s not common.” ​We moved deeper into the hall, past rows of old scrolls, ward records, and archived reports. Tarek joined us a moment later, carrying a stack of thin, worn documents. ​“I found something,” he said quietly. ​We gathered around one of the long tables. “What is it?” I asked. “Records of ward fluctuations,” he replied, setting them down.

My bet was on the second one. I also found her medical certificates hanging on the wall, as well as some photographs of her with my dear old Dad and Joro. I rolled my eyes and turned away. I then went to the dining and I inspected the table. There was a spilled glass of water on a piece of paper. Something was written on it but the water made it puzzling. I clicked the scanner button of my glasses and the text revealed a very strange note: This is my note thing that leads the investigators to Hibara Cake, my very young killer with issues who hates me. Is this enough a lead? A student that is from the school, AMU. She’s 14, -…

It felt slightly awkward that I was going to read about the intimate details of her life… Finally, I made myself a warm tea, laid down on the bed and opened the diary, hoping to find any details about Samil's seal. I flipped through the pages, and found that there were actually two parts of the diary… The first one was full of notes about the demon's seal and Patricia's attempts at decrypting the demonic language. Unfortunately, there was nothing that I didn't know before. It also nothing about the witch's message written in Samil's seal. It was disappointing.

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.

"I don't understand what you're getting at." Mr. Barbieri lifted up a piece of paper. "I would like to submit the records of my client's arrest to the court—I trust the prosecution and the court at large have no reason to object?" When no one said a word, Mr. Barbieri smiled. "Excellent. Because the live bullet I just described was found in Massimo's pocket upon his arrest." Elena's breath stopped. Her mind moved too slowly with this new reveal, but luckily Mr. Barbieri was there to explain everything.

Rizal started on his report. "What's the ruckus then?" he wondered as they entered the office. "Spies were already tormented and some died from it. Also, they were leaving this." Rizal showed a bar that had the same size and thickness as a bar soap. "Time bomb," Morbius answered when he saw it. He could already see the content of the bar that Rizal showed. "Like I thought. I told everyone not to engage in it once they located them and it was not surprising anymore that they were all over the place." Rizal sighed as he gave another brief of the report about what they'd found.

I cried out while I could feel my orgasm ripping through me and my pussy spasming as I soak his cock. Brian follows seconds later, burying deep and flooding me with hot cum as his grip bruises my hip. We pant and slumped against the wall while his forehead is on my shoulder. Then—a ding. The lights flicker, and the doors slide open. I pull away first, yanking my skirt down and smoothing my hair as I step out into the lobby. Act normal. Just act normal. Brian follows behind, zipping up casually. 'You are still insufferable,' I snapped over my shoulder, voice shaky but defiant.

But she remembered clearly, it wasn’t like this two days ago. Everything here felt strange. The unlocked door and the dried-out flowers seemed to be signaling something. “Boss, there are traces of Cocaine here, too.” Arthur jogged over and pointed at an ordinary potted plant. She quickly approached. At the bottom of the pot, a thin layer of white foam clung to the surface, the residue of Cocaine powder. “Have you read that diary?” Ivy froze. “I skimmed some of it, but didn’t finish. I don’t think Louis wrote it.”

I kept documents that detailed our pack's business dealings, records of our hunting grounds, and, most importantly, evidence that hinted at the dangerous undercurrents in our community—the illegal substances flooding our territory and the shadowy organizations trafficking them. I locked the door and drew the curtains, plunging the room into a cocoon of dark secrecy. The faint glow from my desk lamp illuminated the strange, slightly burnt diary I had found among the debris of the previous owner's possessions in that secret chamber. Its leather cover was charred at the edges, and the pages were brittle and yellowed. I had never seen writing like it before; the characters twisted and curled in