Diary A Novel Novels & Stories

I then closed the diary, put my children to bed, and joined my husband beneath the covers. When my husband got on top of me, he said, "Your body is Soo warm." Ultimately, we had sex all night long. My life has been knowing happiness in my husband's house. I thought everything will be like this forever, not knowing it was marking another saga ahead. A saga I wasn't prepared for. A SAGA THAT INVOLVES THE SECRETS IN MY DIARY.

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

I was so confused, especially because this is the longest she has ever written. I had a lot of problems in my head and there was no space for Mirabel and her situation. I don’t think I’m the best person for this. How can I help her when I can’t even help myself? I was about to go back to bed when the next page flipped open. “Huh?” I stared at the diary. Usually, one page opens in a day so this is new. I was curious to see what was going on so I slowly began to read.

and I'm still celebrating it alone like I did the previous year. Although , the weather looks good enough for my comfort today. But the wind has failed to take my pain away along with it.' He flipped through the many pages, and as he was about to close it up due to how much her words were piercing through his heart–The words in this diary were like a sharp edge of a dagger. As he was about to close it, his eyes fell on a particular date that gripped his attention. This date was a very special one to him , although he never showed that he really cared about it but it was. November 14, Strange Weather. ' It's strange, isn't it? I woke up with a groggy body today. What's more, it's raining and

She set it on the ottoman and opened the latch. The lock was broken. Her breath caught in her throat. “No. No, no—” she whispered. The box was empty. Her diary was gone. Her most intimate confessions, written in the rawest moments of pain and hope. Every twisted memory from Russia. Every wound Cynthia left on her skin and soul. Every moment of self-loathing, every hesitant word about Damian… even that one vivid entry—the night she gave herself to him, trembling, finally feeling safe. All of it. Gone.

But what she had shown him last night, as he held her in his arms and tasted her lips, it wasn’t the same Isabelle that he had just seen. On the table, near the half-empty coffee cup, was her little diary. What a strange person... In times like these, when everyone was using ultra-high-performance cell phones to communicate, when they were using notebooks to write, Isabelle still used pen and paper to write down her thoughts. Shawn felt tempted to open and read what she had just written and the temptation had the best of him. He leaned back slightly and looked inside the house, to see if anyone was in sight and then took the diary and opened it. He read the first thing that saw.

She would just have to make do with vamscren so she could get a good meal. As she climbed down the stairs to enter the kitchen, she thought about this new diary she had found. She noticed that Marylin didn’t write the same way she did in the former one. In this diary, she talked more about herself like she was telling a story, and Joana couldn’t help but relate to every single thing she had been through. She didn’t want to rush her reading by skipping to the final pages to see what happened, but something told her that Marylin probably didn’t have a happy ending with John like she’d always thought.

“So, how are you today?” Diana handed a novel from her bag. “My order just arrived last night.” Diana showed Adrian the book with a white cover. “I read it until the morning and I'm happy.” Adrian glanced at the novel Diana was showing him and smiled. “Another romance novel?” “Yup. The story of a helpless woman who fights a powerful man and is then united by love.” Diana's eyes lit up, making Adrian chuckle amused. “You girls,” mumbled Adrian still laughing. “Isn't there anything that women think about besides the romance of love?”

Dear Diary, “What a day. Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. First, I got kidnapped, i don’t even know what to say about that , i am still in shock . Then, Rue came for me like some movie hero. And now… he almost saw you. He almost saw EVERYTHING I’ve written about him. God, if he had, I’d be six feet under right now from embarrassment and it’s crazy how i am worried about that instead of my main secret , i am stupidly in love that i forget about it sometimes . .

I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair. And that’s when the idea struck. Slowly, deliberately, I let the book slip from my fingers. It hit the floor with a soft thud. “Oh—" I bent down immediately to pick it up and the classroom suddenly felt very quiet. Very still. I didn’t rush. Instead, I took my time reaching for the book, my skirt shifting slightly as I moved. A risky move. A deliberate move. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then— Jeff cleared his throat sharply.