Burari Diary Novels & Stories

For some reason, I feel nervous as I pull out the book. A strange rune is etched onto the front. It isn’t one I have seen before. Untwisting the string that holds the book closed, I gently open the cover. This is Morgan’s diary. I glance around my new office, looking for anyone who might be watching me. Bruno is snoring loudly on the couch against the wall. Sinking into my chair, I flip through the pages. This diary dates back farther than any book I have ever read. Propping my feet onto the desk, I begin to read the first entry.

I went over to the desk and started ripping papers writing years down. The oldest recollection I had was before the barrier was erected but that was just in passing memory. This Diary starts out with the night of the barrier being created. It’s by far the oldest and at fifteen hundred years old I put that one first on the shelf taking care to place the others on the floor. There were nearly a hundred diaries each from a different person but whatever reason Dimitris had them here I didn’t know. I just knew that time was flying by as I continued looking up dates and marking down years. A few times I’d get caught up in reading until I was brought back to the task on hand. Maybe making it throug

Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru

The book he, her old bestie had bought for her. It was a simple gift for her 14th birthday, 10 years ago. It was the last birthday he had spent with her. Or rather, the last day. He left her a small note that she noticed a few hours after his family had left. They were celebrating her birthday with her family as they were like one family. Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from.

“I’m Caleb. Welcome.” Then he stepped past me close enough that his cologne hit me and his arm brushed mine sending electricity straight to my clit. He walked off without another word like I was nothing. The familiar sting hit deep. Same old shit. Pretty boys never saw past my face. But I shoved it down clenching my jaw and followed Lisa to the filing cabinets. “Over here is where we keep the physical records,” Lisa said, pulling open a drawer. “Digital is on the shared drive but some clients still want paper.

It feels like I could breathe better; it's as if the room unlocked something in me. Sitting up, my eyes caught something behind the wedding picture on the wall. I went to get a better look, making sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me, and put the picture down on the table. A little book fell to the floor. I bent down to pick up the white little book and open it. The entry reads: Aurora’s diary. “What's that?” Soraya asks. “ Looks like my mother’s diary,” I told her. We both sat back down on the bed with our eyes glued to the book.

I take a look at the contents of the box. Inside are diaries. At least ten of them, all labeled with her initials. S.R. My hands shake as I pick up the one on top. When I open it, dust flies off the pages like trapped breath being released. And then I read, even when my fingers trembled. Even when the pages felt like they were burning. The diary began innocently. April 7 “Mama braided my hair today. She says it makes me look like a princess. Papa didn’t come home last night…”

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.

I saw a black diary. Don't touch it... don't touch it... I opened it ignoring the voice of my conscious. It was an old diary... I started flipping its pages. A photo fell from the diary. I stared at the photo.. God knows how long. It was s picture of a beautiful woman. I guessed it was her mom as their features were the same. Her head was covered with a peach color scarf and her lips had the most beautiful smile. Daniyal was a carbon copy of his mom...except he had black eyes like me and his mom had honey-brown eyes.