Diary Buku Novels & Stories

, asked the girl as she picked up a small black book from my bag. "It's mine!"I yelled at her, but she ignored me and continued reading whatever was written in the book. "Why did you bring this here? It's dangerous, why didn't you burn it instead of bringing it here?", said the girl as she read further. By the time I'd sprint forward to grab it from her , she tore it into pieces and hurled its shattered pieces across the room. It was my Secret Diary containing my Dad's life and sweet experience with my mum. What hurts me most is the one and only picture of my family I could save from getting burned by my uncle, I kept it safely inside the Diary for years, until now that it's torn to pieces.

There engraved was our family name: KINSMAN. "Get inside, Sam" father said while holding the door. "Do you have everything?" he said when I entered the door "I still don't have my diary." I replied weary. He looked at me and brushed my hair, "You're my dear child. I'm happy that you grew well." I felt shivers, it seems his words were a premonition. I smiled at father and replied, "You were great parents to me. I love you both" He took his hand again, and he held a book sized diary. The features of the diary is familiar, wait!

Then, as if remembering something, Luciano slipped a hand into his pocket. “Oh right. I found something.” Daxiel still didn’t respond. “It belongs to Arya.” At those words, Daxiel’s gaze finally flickered slightly. Luciano pulled out a small book and handed it to him. Daxiel stared down at it silently. “I think it’s her diary,” Luciano added. Daxiel’s fingers brushed lightly over the cover. The kid kept a diary? Just then, Luciano suddenly asked, “So… how did things go with her?”

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.” Private. Yeah right. The word only made my curiosity burn hotter, mixing with the ache in my cock that hadn’t gone down one bit. While he stood up to grab another bottle of whiskey from the bar cart across the room, I leaned forward quickly and clicked on the locked file. A password prompt popped up. Fuck. I tried the obvious ones fast,his book title, his name, the date on the manuscript. Nothing. Then on a hunch I typed in a phrase from one of his filthiest scenes. The file opened.

I slowly peeled the fabric and it showed off an old leather-covered book. The first page read "Diary of Roma". A smile slipped on his lips and tears flowed in his eyes. It's my mother's diary.

Kaya ngayong araw, isusulat ko sa notebook na 'to ang mga kwentong magbibigay ng ala-ala sa natitirang araw ko sa mundong. *** Sa pagpapatuloy kong pagbabasa ay mas lalo kong nakilala kung gaano kasaya, katibay at kalakas ang babaeng minahal ko sa loob ng dalawang linggo. Nagpatuloy lang akong magbasa ng Diary n'ya hanggang sa mapunta ako sa pinakagitna ng notebook. Ang kaniyang Dying List.

I'd rather write it down in a diary than share it with someone who can't even understand the words I tell. For seventeen years, I have kept this diary inside my old bag. Luckily, I didn't lose it. It's one of the things that I cherished the most. This diary make me feel like grandma was just beside me. As I opened it, I saw the letters I wrote since I was in elementary. Until I turn into a teenager, I still wrote in this diary.

"Wow, we really do have the same taste. All paranormal." "Great minds think alike," he grinned. As I scanned the titles, one book stood out - plain black, no title on the spine. "What's this one?" I asked, reaching for it. "That's..." Lucian hesitated. "That's my diary. From when I lived here." I quickly tried to put it back. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to pry." "No, wait." His hand caught mine, warm and steady. "You can read it."

MY DIARY, MY INFERNO. That was the title of what he was holding. And it was clear to her that it was not the diary of Dark Coll or any other prominent writer of literature. That diary, the one in leopard print, the one that had the same description that his teacher had told them a few days before and that he himself had held in his hands, Melia's diary. He couldn't help but keep his feline gaze on that diary. He wanted it, he wanted to be able to read it.

Or maybe she was in a hurry. Or maybe... She didn’t think she would be leaving for good. I reached for it slowly the pulled it open. And that’s when I saw it. A small book. Simple. Nothing special. Worn at the edges. I stared at it for a moment before picking it up. My fingers brushed over the cover. Lightly. Like it might break. A diary. I shouldn’t have opened it. I knew that. This wasn’t something meant for me. This was hers.