Diario De Una Ninf Novels & Stories

I stared at his near-lifeless corpse for a few minutes, then shimmied out of bed, cleaned myself up, threw on jeans, a t-shirt, sandals, and drove down to the local all-night coffee shop, “The Daily Grind.” Grabbing a decaf mocha with whipped cream and chocolate syrup, I sat at a corner table and flipped through a dog-eared newspaper. If someone described me then, they’d say: 21-ish blonde, long hair over my shoulders, nice D-cup breasts, cute face that looks good without makeup, good legs, and a vaguely pissed-off look.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

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.

Those thoughts filled her mind. So today, she would finally do something about it. She had bought a brand new diary from the store. It was a special one. With leather on it and a strange P monogrammed on the cover. It was far fancier than anything the Dollar Tree should be selling. Finding it was a score that had Kristen grinning. She was enamored with her new diary. She was eager to get started on it. The diary was thick, too. She could write so many of her naughty ideas in them.

With a shaky breath, I put them back in the box and looked at the diary. “Just do it, Nina. You need to know the truth.” I finally picked up the diary and undid the slim rope keeping the thick leather diary close. ____ A. Gupta

I hit my head in frustration on the wall, screaming so hard. I took my bag and walked out of the pitch down to the school gate as the cab driver drove the car down the street. “LANE 4,” I said quietly as I closed my eyes while the driver rode through the estate. I opened the door and walked up to my room. Nobody was home yet, including Newton. I kicked off my shoes angrily, lay down on the bed and began to write in my secret diary. I might be a nerd girl oncampus, but in real life, I am the brain behind the ICEQUEEN; the story every students reads and waits for the next episode to satisfy their pleasure on campus with their lovers.

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.” Private. Yeah right. The word only made my curiosity burn hotter, mixing with the ache in my cock that hadn’t gone down one bit. While he stood up to grab another bottle of whiskey from the bar cart across the room, I leaned forward quickly and clicked on the locked file. A password prompt popped up. Fuck. I tried the obvious ones fast,his book title, his name, the date on the manuscript. Nothing. Then on a hunch I typed in a phrase from one of his filthiest scenes. The file opened.

Stephen was taller and had a body frame that we could classify as 'built' so my view of what lay ahead in the spacious, antiseptic room was shielded at first, then revealed to me in a single motion. At first I didn't see anything special until my eyes landed on the small girl propped into a sitting position on the bed, her pen working speedily at penning words on a writing material that looked more like a diary. I felt like I was going to faint. AN: Now don't forget to comment and give me feedback. You know I love you as well. Please stay safe, fresh and avoid crowds till the next chapter my gees. Love, ✌illusionistic.

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. Miya is really very good friend of mine and she loves me a lot. You know what dear diary, she's been the pillar of my life now. I don't know how would I've survived here in the orphanage if she wasn't there for me. She knows me well, my past and my sorrows. I know she'll listen to me every night, every single moment to me if I ask her. But I don't want to disturb her. She's already done enough for me. So that is why I'm sharing

I tried to open the diary but it has a number lock, I used her birthday and birth month but it didn't opened, I used her year of birth it also didn't worked I used her friends birthdays and everything nothing worked, for a trial I thought of checking my birthday, I know she won't use mine but I did just for kind of satisfaction but strangely it worked, so her password is my birthday but why she used my birthday instead of all the people she loved I opened the diary, all the things are about her fun doing with her friends, she wrote about our meeting in elevator and about her first kiss too wahhh she called me cute, then why she never said that infront of me, girls are way mysterious this is