Diary Buku Novels & Stories

It was the first step towards her survival plan. Her hands fell to the top draw, where she pulled out the paper sanctuary. Her diary was covered in navy blue velvet, the sensation under her fingers always giving her a warm feeling inside. Mia used her diary in the conventional sense, i.e. writing out her thoughts and feelings, but she also used it to make lists. She loved lists. September 8th

Curious, I looked down and saw a thick notebook with a hardbound cover. I picked it up and the front page says '2016'. I opened it as I sat on my mom's bed. January 1st of 2016 Dear diary, Happy new year! I am glad to greet this year with a bang! With my husband and my lovely daughter with me? I couldn't ask for more. They're my everything.

Azrael gasped. “Thank you, for standing up for me.” I thanked Azrael and he nodded, I, then opened the book, reading the first page. “05/08/90 Dear Diary, I’ve decided to write a journal from now on, it sounds cool to have your life written on the paper. Let’s work together… but I actually don’t have anything to say right now, I’ll come back tomorrow.” I snickered at my mother’s words, my eyes beginning to water and I sniff them back in.

*Brief Introduction. *Book name: Dynamic Diary of Tee. *Author name: Omah Susan. *Dedication This book is dedicated to all my loyal fans so far who had in one way or the other encouraged me. *AL RIGHTS RESERVED ® No part of this book should be republished or uploaded in any other website nor app without the author's consent. Be warned. This story is partially a true life story as it is a book. Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues.

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")

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.

Inside, a book indeed sat among pens and scraps of paper. Writing on the top of the book read, Diary.

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

A message window appeared when he touched it. [Name: Dell’s Diary] [Type: Book] [Rarity: Damaged] [Attributes: None] [Effect: None] [Able to bring outside of the dungeon: No] [Remark: It’s true, the guy just took random notes in a book! You can still try to read it though!] Mike flipped the old book open unconsciously. The handwriting was messy and rough, and a lot of the pages were covered in dirt, making it almost impossible to read. As a result, the contents of the diary as a whole were hard to read.

I take a shower, wash my hair and start brushing my teeth. "I wonder what I'm going to wear today." I say to my self. I floss and go back to my room to find something to wear. Nothing. I have nothing to wear. Ugh could this day get any worse. I suddenly remember I'm a witch. I grab my phone and search for outfits on p*******t and I find one that catches my eyes. I stand and study the picture detaily before imagining it on me and in a second, the outfit is on me.