Diary A Novel Novels & Stories

The first page was written in a neat, careful hand: "This diary belongs to Isabella Munroe." I hesitated for a moment, then flipped to the next page.I should have stopped reading. I should have given it back the next day. But I didn't. Instead, I kept it. And as I read more, something inside me shifted.

I stumbled into the bathroom, my hands shaking so hard I could barely turn the handle of the shower. The water came out cold at first, then turned into a steaming spray. I didn't take off my clothes. I just stepped under the downpour, letting the hot water soak through my dress, weighing me down. I leaned my forehead against the cold tiles and let out a sob. I didn't even know why I was crying. I didn't know this man. A few days ago, he was just a shadow at my cafe, and now he was a monster who owned my every breath. I hated him. I hated the way he killed people, the way he looked at me, and the way he treated women like disposable toys.

I walked over and picked it up and Adrian made a noise like he was going to stop me but I opened it anyway. The first page had Sophia's name and a date from three years ago and the pages were filled with her handwriting, paragraphs of tiny neat words. "This is her diary," I said. "That's not—" Adrian stopped. "I thought that was a work journal." "It's her diary." I flipped through and saw they were all dated, all personal entries about her life and thoughts. I turned to the last entry and my blood went cold when I saw the date. The day before she died.

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only woman he loves deeply? One more reason I came here. I want to give this to you." She got stunned when the old woman suddenly handed her a familiar notebook that she was starting to recognize. To her surprise, it was the diary she owned way back in her high school days. The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began...

Dear Diary, Hi. It's Gabriella. This is the first time I've kept a diary so excuse me if this turns out awkward. I decided to write because something weird happened to me last week - until now actually - and I badly needed someone to confide in since I don't have any friends.

I pulled my hand away and took a step back, locking eyes with him. "No. It's not that you didn't notice me. You just never thought I was worth your attention. "When we landed in Svalmere, I was pale and clearly unwell, but instead of caring, you were more worried about Madison being alone at the hotel. "And when I got back after being buried in snow for hours, all I wanted was to sleep, but you brought me a bowl of mutton stew, even though you knew I hated mutton, and tried to force me to eat it. To you, what I need or want doesn't matter.

Dear Diary, My first day at college did not go as expected to say the least. My roommate is a little odd, I mean she literally has barely said two words to me. Her name is Annabelle and I think she's like a pre-law major or some shit. Classes haven't even started and I haven't seen her take her eyes off the thick ass textbooks she already bought. I had tried multiple times to start a decent conversation but she seemed less than interested.

he turned back to the deer he had caught, he bit into the animal's neck and drained it of it's blood in a few seconds. "This is different, Jidey." "How is it fucking different?"he exclaimed. "We are the only ones standing between this place being totally destroyed... And I think I might have seen... I'm not sure I know what I saw." "I have seen her too," Jidey replied as he got up and stared his blood red eyes into mine. "What?" I asked surprisingly. "I went by the diner and saw the girl. Adeezah, was it?" "That was Qayah, brother. It was really her!"

I took a deep breath inhaling all the dust that had been stagnating in the room. 'The watchman has become blind ', I thought as I decided to lock the door again when I noticed something. A diary. I walked in and picked it up. Pink I'm colour, had to be a girl's diary. I walked out with it turning off the lights and locking the door again. I opened it. This Diary belongs to Akansha Goenka. The first sentence I read after opening it in fine cursive handwriting. It belonged to Akansha. Not that bad either.

The air was filled with the smell of antiseptic, and the fluorescent lights were a little harsh. He paced back and forth, gripping Nova’s diary in his hands. It wasn't much but it was pretty much all he had left of her memories. The leather cover was worn from years of use, the edges slightly curled, as if it had been opened and read a thousand times before. Inside, her handwriting danced across the pages, memories of their time together, thoughts of their son, Xavier, and wishes for the future she feared she might not have. Zephyr swallowed hard as he skimmed through one of the entries.