Diario De Una Ninf Novels & Stories

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

If she was Korean, I might still have the chance but hello! Mabuti na lang Senior didn’t wrote her diary on Japanese, she gives me the vibe of being an otaku dahil she have the same title and name of a famous romance anime! I could help but silently face palm my forehead. Senior, what were you thinking… I could help but lampooned. I took a breath and started reading the diary. It was a total of three pages.

She watched in awe as her thoughts backdated with the speed of light until the exact moment she wanted it to stop at - the day they had snuck into Ghost’s library to read the diary. Rhea watched as she ran in with Xavier, as the door banged behind them and as they scattered through the shelves of books that were lined up in the library, searching for the diary. She watched the excited look on Xavier’s face as he found the diary and how he rushed to meet her. She watched as they flipped through and as the banging on the door of the library started. It was so vivid that for a moment, Rhea thought she was in Ghost’s library again, trying to escape from him. She watched as she flipped the page a

But before she could apologize; "Fine! When you're done throwing tantrums, you know where to find me." He snapped and angrily drove off. Nicky stared after him for seconds until a weak tear dropped. What had she done? She sniffed hurtfully and hugged the familiar figure behind her... *** ( Astheria, Australia. ) Natalia closed her grandma's diary and locked it up in one of her desk's drawers. She'd found it in the secret safe which only the Santiana's knew of.

Noah let out a light chuckle, then turned back to me. “Your secret weapon?" “Yeah, it’s her diary.” I said like I was trying to convince him. “Your secret weapon is a stupid book?” “It’s a diary.” “Like I said, a stupid book?” I rolled my eyes, then began to read the diary. “The only thing you would be seeing is rants, gossip and probably a wishlist of things she wants.” Noah said as he started the car and began to drive home.

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.

Dear Diary, From the very first day I became a vampire, I hated my life and I always thought that God was punishing me for still choosing to work in the tavern even though he did not like it. I stayed in that empty cave alone with nowhere to go after leaving the town. During those lonely days it felt as if death would have been a better option, because there was nothing happy or interesting about life anymore. Until my sister, Dana found me. I call her my sister because from the very first day I met her, that is all she has been to me. She gave me a home with a nice big room, she gave me comfort, she gave me love, and she took me on so many wonderful adventures. It was on one of our adventur

Andrew looked for newspapers and came back with one printed two days earlier. At a table near the fountain a man sold notebooks and pens. His face was dark from the sun, thin, with a nose that looked recently broken. He tapped a cigarette on the table while he talked. “Diaries,” he said. “Blank. Good paper.” “Old ones?” I asked. He hesitated, then reached under the table. He laid out a small book wrapped in brown paper. “One left. The rest burned.” I opened it. The first page carried a single word written neatly in blue ink: Santuzza. The rest were blank.

He continued thinking, "What happens later will be seen later." Rhino saw the diary when he opened it. It was beautifully written "Autobiography of Calista". Rhino touched the writing gently. Then he turned the page to the original writing page. The first word Rhino saw when he opened the first page was "Ominous". Rhino frowned his brow after seeing the word. He frowned and started reading. First page–

Dear Diary; What a ridiculous thing to do! I have never kept a diary in my entire life. Why now? I will tell you why… I have too much to say and no one to say it to… so here it goes. My name is Zinnia, full name… that I will keep to myself. Thank you very much! I am still in bed, whilst writing in this stupid diary, I am worried about the day ahead. Dawn has not broken yet, and I wish it would never break.