Burari Diary Novels & Stories

Nick picked up a blue diary. He desperately opened it and turned to the first page. That wasn’t it. Nick tossed it aside and found the black journal. He turned to the first page. He exhaled when he realized that it was a continuation of the red one he had read. Nick sat Indian style and zoomed in on the entry.

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.

But before going to sleep something came up in her mind and she secretly opened her closet's locker in which she has kept her grandfather's diary and Toki's computer system control watch was. She took that diary out and hurriedly flipped the pages of the diary to the last page which mentioned ' Roberto Cavalli' the same surname which Aarnik has. She sensed something was between Roberto and Aarnik, but what. She clicked a photo of Roberto Cavalli on her tablet. Maybe she can ask Aarnik about this Roberto! "Umm.. brother I want to eat dumplings with tomato ketchup!" Kavya got startled and she quickly turned back to see but it was Katty who was dreaming and sprouting noisence talks. "Oh! My god

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Mac's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it. Dear Diary It's been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck before leaving school.

"One day Anu saw me reading it and her curiosity got the better of her to read it and despite my refusal, she secretly went to my room to get it but I caught her in time so I thought that It would be better to destroy it. I had thrown it in the fire but apparently, she had saved it which I didn’t know. When Anshul told me this, I thought of checking her room to find out how she came to know about it and I found this in her wardrobe, hidden under her clothes." Namrata's eyes were moist but there were two pairs that were fixed on that diary, one's eyes were overwhelmed with emotions and the others were blank. “Inform me when Anayasha wakes up, I am in my room” Tapish stormed out of the room bu

I used a bobby pin to wedge the zipper teeth apart until they popped open. Inside were clothes—mostly designer items she claimed she had sold. But tucked in the side pocket was a thick, leather-bound notebook. I pulled it out. It looked like a diary. I opened it. The handwriting was jagged, frantic. Day 1: He looks older. Better. The wife is pretty, but simple. She doesn't know him like I do. Day 5: The scone recipe worked. He cried. He’s so easy to manipulate when he’s nostalgic.

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

“Let me be snoopy for a little while.” Cherry opened the diary to her surprise, there were different languages written inside the diary, about seven languages she didn’t understand, with a shrug she turned to pages to the back and found a picture of Rex he was sitting on a wooden bench with Susanna on his lap only she was a bit smaller and younger but she still had the curves and big boobs for her age.

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