Diario 1 Novels & Stories

He stepped back from me. He was looking directly into my eyes. Heat rising in them. Then he stood up quickly and suddenly unzipped his pants. His big, hard protrusion had all those veins wrapped around. There was a line of wetness at the tip. With one move, Theo put his arms around me and turned me around. It was my skirt still high, bent over on the table. He got behind me already; his thing was rubbing against me. He went in, and now, all the way and all in, in that one shot.

Except for the book, which he carried out to take a proper look at it. Joe jumped on the bed and placed the book before him to rest on the bed. He opened the first page gently. The book wrote dear diary on its first page. Joe adjusted his sitting position to lay on the bed to enjoy the content. “I never thought I would also be writing a diary of my own, well, I guess I am now” the next line of the diary stated. “The first experience I would like to write about on this day being the second day in the month of November 2021 is that…

I slowly peeled the fabric and it showed off an old leather-covered book. The first page read "Diary of Roma". A smile slipped on his lips and tears flowed in his eyes. It's my mother's diary.

I picked it up and looked at it for some seconds before opening it The front was blank but when I opened it I read. "My personal book" was handwritten and it was Diego's handwriting. So Diego has a diary. I picked the diary up. I really wanted to take it with me but I'm sure he'll notice it's gone. How did hell am I going to read through the book and get to the bottom of this Taking my phone I quickly began snapping it. Yeah I know it's stupid but it's worth it

My baby probably don't want to see me crying like a weak person. Sighing, I stood up and went to the table to get some water... Lemon Water... It's lemon water... The maids brought me lemon water instead of normal water. I am confused but I divert mind to the diary placed in the table. The doctor also advised me to spend some rime whith my d Right... I was planing of reading the it anyways. Picking up the diary, I went back to my bed and read it. I'm already at this long? It's odd though. The owner of this diary started to question everything. Until the only content of the diary was questions about her family.

The cool air of the closet welcoming back into the real world. But then I saw it, "What is this?" I picked it up. Feeling the smooth texture in my palm, "A diary?" I muttered, confused. "She has a diary?" I didn't waste time wondering, so I flipped it open. A perfectly neat handwriting presenting itself in several pages. "Day 1; Mom says I'm getting married soon. How? Do 10 years old get married too?" I blinked. Eyebrows furrowed at those first few lines, then I turned to a few pages after.

and I'm still celebrating it alone like I did the previous year. Although , the weather looks good enough for my comfort today. But the wind has failed to take my pain away along with it.' He flipped through the many pages, and as he was about to close it up due to how much her words were piercing through his heart–The words in this diary were like a sharp edge of a dagger. As he was about to close it, his eyes fell on a particular date that gripped his attention. This date was a very special one to him , although he never showed that he really cared about it but it was. November 14, Strange Weather. ' It's strange, isn't it? I woke up with a groggy body today. What's more, it's raining and

he tells me and I nod my head. I head upstairs, entering my room, I dropped the diary down on my bed. I entered the en suite, taking off my clothes and stepping into the shower. I need to calm myself for what I'm about to read, but where is Vicky? When I was done, I wore a leggings and a sweater and hop on my bed. Picking up the diary, I looked at the lock. I started to scroll. 57209. It opened. This looks scary.

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.

I don't need anyone's permission, that's it. I turned the first page and started reading it: "Dear diary, Hi... This is me Ivana. Ivana Williams, sixteen now. I bought you with the money I earned from the first ever salary I got in my life from tutions. You're not only a diary, but also now my friend after Miya.