Diario 1 Novels & Stories

I guess I had been so stupid for thinking I was the only guy in her life. "Take a look." I hesitated before taking the pink small notebook from Alessandro. A frown crawled up my face as I studied the exterior. "What's this?" I asked, looking up at Gianni who shrugged, "a... diary?" "Yeah, you read page 32." My forehead wrinkled. This wasn't going to end well. Not when Gianni was acting like a detective. It read.

" 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.

I reach out and grab the journal, trying to steady my trembling hands as I read the words written on the yellowed pages. "The Diary of Cassian Devin." My fingers trace the words, feeling the weight of the revelation sink in. Cassian Devin? That's a journal written by The First Vampire who looks the same as me!? I lift the journal from the desk as my eyes scan the elegant handwriting that fills the lines of the current page the journal was open to. Dear Diary, Today is the 10th day since Eleanor had left me behind. I still can't find our baby Danielle. All, I could find were ashes near my Eleanor's bloody body which once used to be warm and vibrant.

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.

Chapter 2 Alex’s POV “What’s that one?” I asked again, my finger still hovering near his on the trackpad, heart pounding from more than just the way his hand gripped my thigh. “Real Story? Come on Damien, you can’t drop something like that and expect me not to wonder.” Damien’s eyes narrowed but that hungry look stayed locked on me. He pulled his hand back slowly, fingers dragging along my leg like he hated letting go. “It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.”

He looked at me, and he was boring holes in me. I couldn’t move and stand there like someone has pressed a pause button. But Damien move forward and bent to pick up the Diary in his hand. I didn’t know if he was aware of this diary or not. He opened the first page and his eyes get wide in recognition. It won’t need any rocket science to know whose diary it is as a big picture was attached on its first page. He close his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself, but I know I was doomed today.

“Life is a story. Document every day. From Mom to her precious Salvatore.” I freeze on reading the words. This was Sal’s diary?? It seems personal, yet I can’t stop my fingers from opening the first page. The first page is covered in scribbles and small pen sketches of anime characters and fight scenes from some kind of animation. I run my fingers over the messy but beautiful page, and a bitter smile splits my face when I realise that I am staring into the heart of a young boy… The boy he was… before he became the man he is.

The first page was written in a neat, careful hand: "This diary belongs to Isabella Munroe." I hesitated for a moment, then flipped to the next page.I should have stopped reading. I should have given it back the next day. But I didn't. Instead, I kept it. And as I read more, something inside me shifted.

“You’ll come back, right? Fia?” He lay down on the bed and sniffed at Fia’s scent, and he held the blanket tightly. Suddenly, he touched something hard inside the blanket. He unzipped it and took it out. It was a diary. A very thick diary. He flipped it open and looked at the graceful handwriting on it. Fia Lawson. It was Fia’s diary. The diary was a bit yellow, showing how old it was. He looked at the date written at the top on the second page. It was many years ago when Fia was in her fifth grade.

“Sure. You've read through the whole thing right? It was part of your lawyer duties?” He nodded. “Both sides of the case read through the diary.” “And what was the first entry date of this ‘diary’?” “Two years ago.” “Did she mention that time she broke her big toe? Because that was a landmark moment in her life.” Harrington paused. Then hesitantly said, “No.”