Diario De Una Ninf นิยาย & เรื่องราว

" Hey, I'm Nora. Nora Luke and I'm an omega. My father is the lake pack former beta and one of the unlucky she-wolf out there. If you come across this diary, note that it's my personal property and I'll expect you to respect my privacy because it holds my secrets and feelings," The first page and Nisha gulped. She caressed the writings with her thumb. They looked exactly like hers and if the diarys name didn't say NORA'S DIARY, she would have mistaken it for hers but then, they're two different people and conspiracy do happen because this Nora of a person, Nisha have no idea of who she is. She have never seen her photos as she can't find it around. " Nora, who are you?" Nisha mumbled to hers

I opened the cover revealing the thin gray lines running down the first page and grabbed a pen from the cup on the left hand side of the desk. Dear Diary, I don't even know where to start considering that this will be my first time "reflecting" on what my mother would call "sinful mistakes". I don't know what the opinion of a girly ass pink diary would be on the topic but prepare yourself for the story of a lifetime. I don't want to leave out the back story and I've gotta start somewhere right, so why not at the beginning?

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.

All their earlier promises meant nothing then. -------------- Dear Diary… It is a lonely place, a dungeon, when you are locked up on your own and left alone too. I guess he has a home to return to. And I have no wolf to talk to now either. Just four walls to look at. If this is how things go, I am likely to go insane… ----------------

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters

When he got there it was almost late, he was the last to get in the car. He sat down beside a girl but paid little to no attention to her. He opened up his diary and started writing. "Is that a diary? I have one too." A soft girly voice asked it was the girl beside him. He looked up and she was in the same uniform as he was. She was so beautiful he couldn't make himself answer her question. He just kept staring with his mouth half-open. "Is something wrong with my uniform? I just got it. It's my first day, you see?" She said with a smile.

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

Watching the road below the way she watched everything, with the particular patience of someone who had learned a long time ago that threats rarely announced themselves. Caelith sat on the edge of the bed and talked. She started from the beginning. The dreams. The feeling on the street that first Wednesday. The black car and the chemical cloth and the ritual room with the candles that didn't flicker. The stranger who appeared and disappeared and submitted her essay and left her on a bench on a road nobody used. Zara, the courtyard, the blood deal. The journal. The friend she called at midnight who knew things she shouldn't have known from footnotes.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

The diary and stack of photos I had shoved under a pile was still there. Folding my legs like a monk, I settled on the hardwood floor and began to read. The diary went back years ago and it was a bit fascinating to see my mom from another perspective. In her diary, she wrote about her adventures and some of the crazy things she wanted to achieve or do. It's like having a best friend confide in you. I got so absorbed in it that I didn't notice the tidbits about Andre hearts knock in halfway through the diary. It started with little notes about a handsome, attractive older man and then progressed into romantic dates.