Dear Diary Book Novels & Stories

Enjoy the journey ............. Emily POv : I was rearranging my cupboard, sorting through the piles of clothes and forgotten items, my fingers brushed against something unexpected—a diary. My diary. I paused, feeling a rush of memories flood back at the sight of the worn, weathered cover. It had been so long since I last laid eyes on it, tucked away amidst the clutter of my belongings. With curiosity, I retrieved the diary from its hiding place, feeling the weight of years past in my hands. As I flipped through its pages, the familiar scrawl of my own handwriting greeted me, each entry a window into moments long gone but not forgotten.

Then, he walked to a shelve in his chamber and took out a diary. A green diary with a royal seal on it. I could tell that wasn't just an ordinary book, and whatever that is written on it must be of high value. Gently, he laid it on the glass table in the center of the room, gesturing on me to open it. Reluctantly, I picked the book and began to turn the pages. "What is this?" I asked, as my eyes scanned the pages. There were reports, but at first, I wasn't able to make sense of what it was talking about. Until I got to the page that reported the number of deaths.

Maybe she forgot it when packing,he thought and after a moment of contemplating he opened it and read the first page; --------- 08/05/2021 --------- 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊� �'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚒𝚝.𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗.

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

I take out a pen from the drawer and try to write… ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Diary It’s been long right? So long that I even forgot that I had something that I had used to track my days. I know I’m wrong over here but I know you will forgive me cause you’re the only friend that I have right now. Oh! I forgot that I have friends now. A bunch of them along with you. I have cute and hot friend Natalie. I know I don’t share much with her but she is someone who took care of me while I was sick.

Without further ado, he began to read it aloud so that Robert would still know what that little book said, which began like this: Dear Diary: I saw him today ...

“Oh, I’m sorry.. “ she immediately apologized. I turned to pick it up but it was open and the caption at the page caught my eye. It was the first page and the caption “My forbidden secret love” was boldly written on the first page. “Secret love?”. I spoke out loud surprised that the book was a love diary. I was curious and was about to flip through the pages. “It’s late, we need to go…” a friend of mine, Sara, she called me from where she stood close to her car and I quickly put the journal in my handbag and followed her.

Didn't she hide it properly? This diary was a mighty one, big and heavy. The cover was lilac, decorated with drawings of hearts and sparkles. The spine had been cracked over and over again, and the pages were unable to lay flat because of how many times they had been written inside. But it was mostly still intact. It was so big that I wondered when I would even complete the reading, it surely won't be today.

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.

Shouldn’t these be placed in a museum? Lynn mused as he continued looking around. On the other hand, Clarice started checking the shelves filled with various ancient weapons. “Found it!” Clarice said as she pulled an old book from the shelf. It is beside various weapons made of bones and stones. The old book doesn’t seem too normal as well since each page is made of thick metal or maybe stone, he wasn’t sure. As far as he can see, there are only five thick pages in this book. Each page seems to be made of old iron.