Diario 1 Novels & Stories

As he began to sift through the documents, his fingers stumbled upon a worn leather journal, its pages yellowed with age. He opened it and paused when he saw the familiar handwriting. It belonged to Carlotta, so why was it hidden among the newspapers and documents? As he began flipping through the pages, he discovered it was a diary from her youth, filled with memories of joy and laughter. Feeling like an intruder, he decided to put it back, but as he closed it, something slipped out from between its pages and fell to the floor.

Abigail's room, the laundry room, the balcony, he searched everywhere, but there was no sign of Flavia. Gladwin tried to calm himself down. He searched for his phone and intended to call Flavia. His phone must be on the nightstand, where Flavia usually placed it after charging. Sure enough, his phone was there. Right on top of an old diary that Gladwin recognized. The diary was covered in leather with the initials "F.Q" carved on it, specially made by a craftsman acquaintance of his. The paper inside was also custom-made at his friend's printing press, featuring butterfly illustrations with the initials "F.Q" beautifully drawn in the bottom right corner. Gladwin believed there was no other d

{About who and what I am, or was if I am dead, oh baby girl. "Mom? Who are you?" {About his world and my world. Oh, baby girl, I wanted you to experience as much of an everyday life as I could have given you. I know it was not much. Please forgive me. There is a diary with all the details of your Father's and my relationship, a picture of your Father, and behind it is his name and contact info should you decide you would like to meet him.

I found a few notes of cash so I took out a few notes from that drawer. When I was getting money from the drawer something fell on the ground. I bent down and picked up the book from the ground. I saw that it was a diary. I opened the diary. On the first page, it was written that it solely belongs to Aaron Malhotra. Whoever reads this diary without its owner's permission will face severe consequences... I kept the diary on the bed and gave money to the maid. I told her to bring me 2-3 packets of sanitary pads.

Her eyes roamed the pictures of her mom flickering to one of all three of them together on a picnic and a sad smile crept to her lips, her mom's ring was in there too, she picked it up but froze when her eyes spied the small black diary. Taking a deep breath, Riona took out the diary and dropped the box. The diary looked worn out because her mom always had it on her, she skimmed her finger on the book, why did mom always have this on her? There was something in here she had to see because there was a voice in her head compelling her to read it, Riona opened the book and read the first page. July 2nd, 1943- First Diary Entry.

Sighing deeply, the young woman reached for the diary and opened to the first page, her fingers running across the brown colored paper absentmindedly. She reached out for the blue pen on the dresser, her body slightly quivering in anticipation as she silently contemplated shutting the diary like she usually did, only this time she didn’t want to do that. Only this time, she actually had a story to tell. Sighing deeply again, Natalie uncapped the pen, and for the first time ever, she wrote in the diary; Dear Diary, I met someone today.

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

Sam made a mental note to give it to Diana the first thing in the morning. Sam didn't want to be nosy but he was curious at what she had written. He promised himself that he wouldn't look to further. He just went and found a candle and a matchbox in his shelf , he then locked the room's door and sat on the chair. He lit the candle and opened Diana's diary. Nothing was written on it. Sam took the diary and shoved it near the fire. The diary didn't catch fire. Sam again opened the diary and everything was visible. Proud of his work, Sam started reading.

As she was holding her diary, she did not help herself to open it and read the first page. Dear Thyago's Notes: Today is the first time I decided to make a journal about my feelings at your Master. The reason is simply because I have a huge crush on him or maybe more than that. Actually, the very first time I saw him, he definitely caught my attention and made some havoc in my being. What can I do? I was caught in that hatty face...

and I can't help myself. **** We read through his diary or whatever he called it. And learnt some shocking details. Russell was sick and the entries that he had written down were all about me and those killed. Where he made it seem as if we were dating, and part take in some very detailed activities. He went as far as making it out as if I was the one that was crazy and stalking him. "We should get rid of these." Felix said. "Wait." I took the book from him and read something that caught my eye, then laughed.