Novel & Cerita Diary A Novel

Or, it may be something that I can work with him on, to get him to accept just like when it happened with Asher and Dan, and maybe even enjoy, but I chose my diary instead of confessing to my husband. It was locked down, the boys and I were on a little break and the only cock I had in my hot pussy was David, my husband. I wanted to explore, but I couldn’t since I'd vowed to the boys that I belonged to them alone. Without the boys, I turned to my diary to pen down how I met my husband.

The edges were frayed, and the leather was scuffed. I pulled it out. On the inside cover, written in a cramped, youthful hand, was a name: Gideon Moore, Age 10. A diary. I sat on the floor behind the desk, the notebook heavy in my lap. I felt like a thief, but I couldn't stop myself. I opened to a random page in the middle.

I think I need to buy more because what is happening is so exciting for me. In just one day, I use two pages just to tell what happened in my day and how I narrate about what happened when I killed one of my classmates. My diary is literally my friend. He knows a lot about me rathe than a person who doesn’t know even a single fact about me. Even my family does not know the real me. Dear Diary,

The first image nearly knocks the air out of my lungs. A woman. Beautiful. Fierce. Eyes sharp with intelligence and sorrow. Blue fire dancing effortlessly in her hands like it belongs there. And in her arms. A baby. My breath goes shallow. That is not a legend. That is a memory. I turn the page. And freeze. This is not a history book. It’s a diary. Handwritten entries. Personal notes. Dates. Emotions bleeding through ink. Why would a woman’s diary be locked away in the forbidden section of the academy library.

Truly,just like Stephanie had said,her life isn't the same after yesterday. Everything just seemed like she was in a deep mess. Even escaping into her sleep was not enough place to hide. She went back up to the room and her eyes landed on the novel. Once There Was A Man.. Diana smiled upon seeing it.She had fallen in love with this novel and had carried it all the way here. It was such a pity that she cannot seem to find the author or authoress of the book. It feels real. Like it really happened. Like what might probably happen to her or her child.

Is this what I'm thinking it is? My mind went back to the moment I had picked the diary up from the floor of Crown's Lunch Cafe. The reason I had taken it with me was because of the name I saw in it. I saw the name ZORI, written on the first page of the diary with capital letters when it fell open on the floor. Could it be her? Is the diary hers? PRESENTLY; If this belonged to her, I might as well return it quickly before she sees it with me one day and misunderstands.

Sweat gathered at my temples and Cobwebs clung to my sleeves. The air smelled of cardboard and time. I pushed aside old picture frames, college notebooks, and broken electronics. “Where is it?” I whispered to myself. Box after box, I searched. My fingers were sore and my back ached but then I found it. A navy-blue leather cover…Worn at the corners. The pages sticking out a little from the sides. My diary. I sat on the cold floor, back against the wall, and opened the first page. It was mostly silly things at first.

My blood ran cold. It was a photo of a diary. Not just any diary, my diary. One with a faded purple cover, edges worn, and pages bent from too much use. I knew it instantly. It was the one I’d started writing in after I found out I’d been replaced... after I came back to a world that had moved on without me, after Nerissa had taken my place in everything I’d once called home. I had sixteen diaries just like it, each one filled with every fear, heartbreak, and memory I couldn’t say out loud. I thought I’d hidden them. Or burned them. I didn’t even know they were still at my family’s house. Or at least one of them.

He didn't know what is a diary. "Diary is a book in which a person keeps his or her daily record of events and experiences," Suzy answered Tubby. Erella looked at her tiny friend with awe. She didn't expect that Suzy has a lot of knowledge in her. No wonder she was always the one who was sensible between the three of them. "So it was your father's life in that book?" Eddy asked. She nodded her head. "I want to listen. I want to listen."Tubby said with excitement.

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!"