Dear Diary Novels & Stories

I only wished he stayed more longer so he got the chance to know me more better. ~Miss Pretty She got stunned again when a message was written at the end portion of her notes. Having that nervous and excited feeling, she checked the date written. It was surprising Thyago made a reply again. Did he happen to write a response on every note she had written in this diary? With a curious mind, she started reading his reply. Dearest Miss Pretty:

LESLIE’S JOURNAL ENTRIES 001 ******* Dear Diary, Scratch that. Dear Journal? Well, you’re sort of pink, handmade and gotten from the roadside stall of a little girl working on some class project so maybe you're really a diary. However, I am going to pretend this is a journal and this is the beginning of me journaling my new life in a new city. I read somewhere online that it’s a therapeutic practice. For me, it’s an escape. The only way I can express myself in a world where I feel more alone than I have ever been.

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

" Mysterious Man Diary Day ? I don't know the date but I remember it was the time I feel hard for you so, if you ever started reading my old diary, please don't be disgusted with me@~)~~~~ Broke the newly bought pen again.

m and you can tell me all about it. Me : Okay. "Mom?" Where is she? Is she still asleep? She's always up and in the kitchen reading one of her newspapers by 8a.m. I head over to the fridge to take orange juice out of the fridge when I see a note stuck to it, in my mom's handwriting. The note reads: "At the Academy. Meeting with the elders." Hmm, I wonder what was so important she had to leave so early on a Sunday morning. I hope everything is okay.

"But you have to trust me. Elara is here to help us." Maya's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with doubts. Could she really trust Ariana? And what did Elara plan to do with her? As she looked at Elara, Maya saw that she was holding a small, leather-bound book. The cover was adorned with strange symbols, and Maya felt a sense of unease as she looked at it. "This is the journal of an ancient civilization," Elara said, her voice low and mysterious. "It holds the secrets of the ancient power that I spoke of earlier."

I opened the diary to the year where I met Pietro. February 27, 2001. I closed my eyes and tried recalling his face. Whitney sat down while looking at me, she waits patiently. I closed the door and hugged the opened diary. I knelt down and started thinking of that year. Slowly, I started chanting To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my forlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction

(Dear Diary, today's encounter with Cole strengthened my feelings for him. What I felt for him after seeing him naked and wet was indescribable; I had never felt this way for any man before. I can only tell you that this man is driving me insane. Even now, whenever I close my eyes, his perfect buff body appears in front of my eyes, turning me on again and again, and I'm getting wet all over again thinking about him. He's irresistible and roguishly hot.

Where she belongs - with me. --------- Dear Diary... Awww Tate is the sweetest, helping me pack after getting so excited about the thought of me moving in with him. I am wondering if he thought I had forgotten going off how he reacted. The bone crushing bear hug was clearly a sign of his excitement. Not one my ribs particularly appreciated!

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")