Diary Cinta Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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...

“Good. Your desk is the one by the window there. Log into the computer the password is on the sticky note. Start sorting this stack and I’ll check back in thirty minutes.” “Thanks Lisa. Really appreciate the walkthrough,” I told her, settling into the chair. The seat felt cool against my thighs and I pressed them together tight trying to ease the ache. I started flipping through documents but my eyes kept drifting back to Caleb. He laughed at something a coworker said, that deep sound carrying over and making my nipples scrape against my bra. Why did he have to be so fucking hot and so disinterested? The rejection burned but it mixed with raw want making me even wetter.

She hanged the call and I dropped the phone, my heart elated. I was super happy and excited and went back to my diary, opening up a new page and writing on it. Dear Diary, Today I had sex-with a girl and it was one of the best things ever… I wrote down every single detail of how I felt, the times I cummed and the nasty words that I moaned out loud while she stroked my body on all mannerisms. Yours truly,Diane. I heaved a sigh of relief when I was done and laid back on the couch, still naked.

try to make our relationship successful. I went back to my room, as today was Sunday and had no classes.. I leant on the table, beside my bed and started writing my diary. Diary is the only friend I have right now..other than Samar.. Diary was with me..when I felt alone..disheartened..and she was with me in every step of my life..every second of my life. ____________________________________ Dear diary Today I made breakfast for him but he didn't eat. I was quite disheartened but it's okay. I will give a try to our relationship. He needs time..I will give him…

The silent communion with her aspirations, though tinged with sorrow, became a celebration of a life that had touched theirs profoundly. The room, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, became a sanctuary of shared memories and unspoken emotions as they delved deeper into Sophia's diary. The diary seemed to hold a piece of her soul, an intimate portrait of her dreams, hopes, and the profound love that had defined her existence.

She slowly traced the pages, a soft smile on her face. Then she turned a fresh page and made an entry, her first one in a very long time. 13 June 1813 Dear diary, I think I'm in love.

I didn’t trust myself not to grab her and complete the bond right there. Instead, I ran my hand through my hair, cursing the pull, cursing the moon for her timing. Then I saw it. A small, worn diary sitting on the seat. I flipped it open. Cia’s Diary. Her name. Her dorm address. Her phone number. Her secrets. Fate was a cruel, relentless thing. And I had no intention of letting her go. But am I ready to let go of the pains in the past just to love again?

Let up from screwing with me. And as I did anytime I was feeling agitated, or just drained, I wrote in Ayla: my diary. My hand sought her, and when I held her in my grip I unbuttoned the latch securing her pages. Pages of my sweat, tears, joy; and pretty much my whole life. I passed my fingers over the beautifully old pages, my hand flipping through phases of my life. My fingers halted on a page. It was peppered with numerous love emoticons, XOs and exclamation marks.

he said, I blushed as I collected it, it had a tiny rose flower peeping out of it. I opened it briefly, " my love for you is like a flower, it blooms every day" were the first letters I read before closing it and tucking it into my bag. I blushed as I thought about how sweet and thoughtful it was of him. I had only met him once and I didn't assume he was romantic. , "What do you think about this setting" Ahmad asked, it was a beach setting, I had no idea what it was for. "What for?" I asked.

I walk into the room dimming its white light. "Hi, my name's Layla." I close my eyes and bow getting on my knees. "I am here for your pleasure." "Three times yesterday wasn't enough." The words flow out of his mouth brutally. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and desire pools in my panties. I loathe the effect he has on my traitorous body but I know this is only the beginning of a, ~I hate to love you, fucking me affair ~ My heart begins to race.