Novel & Cerita Burari Diary

Dayholt brought it for him, but forgetting all that Ryan had to pay for this. He wrote a lot of quotes, lyrics and some one liner too, there was one with a gardener, he read it, opening the 52nd page where a small dried lily petal was as a bookmark, “That gardener knew everything, he stayed quite, but how long? How long can he stay silent…” Interrupting his reading, he heard their front door cracking. He knew his friend came back, but it was too quick. He snapped closed the diary, hiding it under the bed when Darius came there carrying a white packet.

‘You can borrow that if you like,’ Diamanda said, looking up briefly from the wafer-thin portable computer notepad she’d pulled out of her other pocket. ‘Er... Thanks.’ He closed the book, not daring to read further. The prose was inflammatory to say the least, at a moment when his senses were burning already. One of the strangest, most compelling women he’d ever met was consulting an electronic diary to see if she could fit him in for a sexual quickie! It seemed about as likely as one of his masturbatory fantasies, and yet it was happening.

🖱️Victor🖱️ The moment Sammy and Jane left the room with Jayden, the room felt different nAnd somehow more dangerous. I reached inside my coat and pulled out the diary. My mother’s diary. The one that only answers when it wants to. The one that showed me fragments of what was coming before I even understood them. My fingers tightened around it before I opened it. The pages that had been blank before now shimmered faintly. Then slowly, like ink bleeding through water, words began to appear.

“Well, look at that. Our little rat goes to our school.” I flipped through a spiral notebook. The handwriting was tiny, meticulous and loopy.. definitely a girl. I dug deeper into the bag, my fingers brushing against something soft and pulled it out. It was a small notebook bound in worn faux leather but it didn’t look like a textbook. “What is that?” Jasper asked, finally pulling his gaze away from the window. “I think,” I said, tapping the cover playfully, “we just found a diary.” Silas paused with his glass halfway to his mouth. “Read it.”

Samajh nahi aata main bura hu Ya meri kismat. (My own family made me So lonely, I don't get if I am bad Or my fate is) I will not say anything now as I don't want my diary to be bored because of my talks. So I will meet you later now. Bye. Dear diary. As I read the first paper of diary. I felt like someone just stabbed me on my heart. Miserable life?? Why?? Why you are so mysterious ahad??? And who left??

I just wanted to be around him, or maybe wish him good luck on his bike race. Just then, I found a book. It looked eerie, old, but then special. It wasn't dusty for the place where it was kept. I brought it out and swiped through it and noticed it was a diary. Why does he have a diary? But then, while I turned each page, I realized it wasn't Dimitri's diary. It was a girl's diary. She was heartbroken and sad. Then I went to the last page. The last few sentences sent shivers down my spine: "Chased after me. He wasn't just an ordinary guy. He was a secret underground lord." I shut the book immediately in fright. What? Who would have read such a scary diary and used those words as their last pa

I step back behind the bar and pick up my glass. “Babycakes.” I smile at her when she enters the room. She looks at me awkwardly. “Yes, boss.” “Do you know whose dick you just blew?” I ask her, taking a sip from my glass. “No.” She replies with a deep, frustrated sigh. I didn't think she would. What would a seventeen-year-old runaway know about Amar Diamandis?

I wonder he has his ass fucked or not. There were even a few diaries. I picked up one and hear I found something extremely useful. It had the details of all the murders he had done with the name and accomodation of the victim. Damon should have never stored it but here he did it and now I can torture him with this. I left the place taking the diary too running down the pipe and jumping off the boundary wall....

Dear Diary, My first day at college did not go as expected to say the least. My roommate is a little odd, I mean she literally has barely said two words to me. Her name is Annabelle and I think she's like a pre-law major or some shit. Classes haven't even started and I haven't seen her take her eyes off the thick ass textbooks she already bought. I had tried multiple times to start a decent conversation but she seemed less than interested.

"How is this possible? I always treasured that diary. How could it be gone? "Kara must have hidden it." Bennett tried to stay calm and called the butler. There was a butler and also surveillance cameras at the villa. Since Kara didn't like strangers, the butler only came twice a week. When the butler arrived, Bennett couldn't wait to ask where the diary was. "Sir, is it a thick green diary with Kara's name written on it?" "Yes, that's the one! Where is it?" The butler, startled by Bennett's urgency, hesitated and said, "Didn't Kara burn it? You were there that day when it happened."