Burari Diary Novels & Stories

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."

She was duped once more about her devotion to the royal family. On the short break for the taping session, Terrence sat on the bench and picked his ballpen and notebook from his bag. He began to write sentences on the thing he was holding with dates and titles. It was his personal diary. He named it "Diary of a Billionaire's Son", since he was the heir to a billionaire's property. All events were put in there. His achievements, tragedies, and realities in life, including bad instances. No one ever read it, because it was his exclusive memorabilia written by himself as his daily routine.

Setting the book on the bed I finished putting my clothes on. The sound of the shower told me I would not see Ava for probably a half hour. Besides I had not planned on staying much longer since I had no idea when her parents would return. I went to leave but the diary caught my eye once more. A quick peek would not hurt. Lifting the book, it opened near the middle where she had left a pen in as a bookmark. I had not been prepared for what she had written. "Dear diary, why am I so horny all the time? This morning, I was rubbing my pussy before I was even awake. I cam twice and I was dreaming about getting rapped! Is there something wrong with me for that?"

He made me tired. “So today Zaroon Durani will decide what I am going to wear.” I muttered to myself as I reached the bedroom with a moisturizer in my hand while smiling like a maniac. I was smiling like a fool to myself while applying moisturizer when I heard him behind me. “Where did you find it?’ I turned around and my whole body froze when I found the diary I found that in the library in his hand. The bubble I had just made few ago bursted seeing his clenched jaw and eyes filled with rage.

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote