Novel & Cerita Diary A Novel

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

va:"Ari do you want to sell them.I must tell you that they are very old and are not in very good condition so you won't be able to get probably any thing for them.These are just thrash." Ari:"These are not thrash.These are the memories of my father.You see this diary it is not just a pile of pages it has his life.He wrote down his feelings into that.He got this type writer in his college and he wrote a novel.......this is the first copy of his novel.Everything has him how can you just give away everything." Claire:"So you want to keep his type writer and his novel you can keep it.In fact if you want ou can keep all his books , I am sure no one will want them."

I contemplated whether to check out the book, but I saw another person just leaving without even glazing at the librarian who was busy doing his own work. ~~~~~ Back in my room, I sat down on the settee and opened the book. The pages had taken a brownish hue, conveying its age. Surprisingly it was more like a diary. I frowned. Whose diary was it? The name had become smudged. Even then I carefully flipped the page. My eyes halted on the first line of the first entry. ‘Mother is scary. She doesn’t love me. She doesn’t love father. She wants to kill us….’

I step back behind the bar and pick up my glass. “Babycakes.” I smile at her when she enters the room. She looks at me awkwardly. “Yes, boss.” “Do you know whose dick you just blew?” I ask her, taking a sip from my glass. “No.” She replies with a deep, frustrated sigh. I didn't think she would. What would a seventeen-year-old runaway know about Amar Diamandis?

Her lithe fingers grazed over the dark brown leather cover, highly curious what the notebook was for - and why her mom had to stash it away and hide it. She unfastened the magnetic latch and opened the notebook to the first page. "June 13, 1994 Dear Diary, I'm back in New York. Finally. Oh, I've missed the city life..." K stopped reading and flipped the notebook close, her eyes wide. It was her mom's diary, a year before she was born. Her heart started to wildly thump against her chest.

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Mac's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it. Dear Diary It's been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck before leaving school.

I lay on the bed, my eyes were on the ceiling, observing something that I had no idea of. My hands were rubbing my belly slowly, my breathing was stable too. A few hours left to meet uncle Josh in the café that was a few walks away from this condo. Last night I finished reading that infamous diary of his. Everything was fine, I was too. I was curious and desperate to know the identity of the woman, but I was fine. However, after putting down the diary, I wasn’t fine. I was full of disgust and hatred towards a lot of people, and those emotions kept me in bed for a long time.

Something inside caught my eye. Curiosity stirred, subtle but undeniable. I pulled the drawer open. Inside, among scattered papers and pens, lay a book. I reached for it, my movements slower now, more deliberate. On its cover, faint but unmistakable, was a single word. A word that made something deep in my chest tighten. Diary. And for reasons I could not fully explain, I already knew. Whatever was written inside… Would change everything.

It seemed like a normal diary in the beginning parts, he was still a kid then so be mostly penned down childish stuff. She could barely read up to a quarter of the diary while she enjoyed the life of her young dad, Nicole stayed up all night reading the diary hoping to finish the whole thing in one night. Quite an ambitious goal, soon she fell asleep with the diary laying upon her chest. Once Nicole woke up, she grabbed the diary to continue from were she stopped. She had barely glanced through a couple of lines when she head a crackling noise on her hotel room door. “who is that?” she asked out of fright.

As she searched through them, her fingers touched something hard. She pulled it out. A small brown diary. Ann stared at it. She had bought it years ago, before she married Daniel. She remembered writing in it during her younger days. Dreams. Plans. Little secrets. Things she couldn't tell anyone. She smiled sadly. She hadn't written in it since her wedding. She sat down and opened the first empty page. For several seconds, she held the pen without writing. Then she finally wrote. Dear Diary, She stopped. The words suddenly felt strange. Then she continued.