Novel & Cerita Diario

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.”

and I can't help myself. **** We read through his diary or whatever he called it. And learnt some shocking details. Russell was sick and the entries that he had written down were all about me and those killed. Where he made it seem as if we were dating, and part take in some very detailed activities. He went as far as making it out as if I was the one that was crazy and stalking him. "We should get rid of these." Felix said. "Wait." I took the book from him and read something that caught my eye, then laughed.

I am Sandra and I live in a small country in Europe with my smaller brother and my parents. Brought this Diary last week and I thought I should record my daily life here. So today is 23/9/2023 just another day during the winter holidays between the two semesters. That’s why I had a lot of time and I spent my days taking long baths, masturbating, reading and watching stuff on the internet. Every weekend I would get out with my friends to have fun but I was mostly at home which I was enjoying to its fullest.

" 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.

After hesitating for a while, he flipped open the diary to take a peek. It was a typical diary with many scribbles and writings. Gently flipping through the pages, he read the first few lines on the first page of the diary. 12-10-2020 So the doctor asked me to try to keep a journal and write down my personal feelings. Don’t know how that’s going to help but here goes nothing. Getting confused, Alex flipped through the pages, skimming through similar scribbles of how his day went and how his life was going in general. One thing was constant through the pages and it was how he kept on mentioning Alex.

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.

She shrugged and walked away. Zehra was sitting in the living room with her laptop while her parents watched TV. She was searching for good universities for journalism, when a message popped up in Gmail Hangouts from Alphastar1. A: Terrorist Z: What is it with you and gmail? A: It was nice meeting you today. Z: Didn’t look so nice from where I was standing. A: Your vision was clouded with fear. Z: You wish. All I feel is contempt.

Regular customers will guide in more detail. Daisy posted this normal conversation on the social networking site. That is the way he sent a message to her friends “I come home and I am ok.” Daisy posted it already, put her phone down. She never thought so many people were extremely interested in the unique culture at the small restaurant in the poor mountain where people are not rich but they are ready to share the food for whoever needs. Daisy’s foreign friends and colleagues wrote in the comment “Don’t want to go to work, want to take a rest and enjoy the delicious food…forget everything bad in the world.”

That's absurd! There's still the fact that Dad fired Marien and Cadancy, and Now I have to get up every night to take care of Vilaria! Summer 58, 1862 I've been so busy, I didn't even remember That I have a diary... It's been so tiring living here. For weeks I don't know what it's like to have a good night's sleep, the ones you go from universe to universe inside your mind. Find unicorns, giant birds and water beings.

Keeping the pillowz on either side of him, to prevent him from falling of the bed like the first time she had found him. When she turns around, something sitting on the night stand catches her attention, she reaches forward and her hand comes in contact with a rough surface, picking the object up she realizes that it's a black leather diary of some sort. Opening it up she finds 'Damien' written inside with a cursive hand writing. She wasn't a snoopy person, she believed everyone deserved their privacy but seeing the diary with her mates name on it, definitely spiked her interest, her curiosity getting the best of her when she slowly turn the pages to find that the first entry had been writte