Diary Cinta Novels & Stories

In the expanse of Allah's prayer rug who became a friend, crying, complaining and being grateful And in the ink strokes, and in the memories of all the people I will know later, will be written a story. about my life, Sintia Budiyanti Continued to the next Sintia The Series story and novel series 1. Sintia Yang Terbuang Cinta 2. My Friends and Love Story 3. Lentera 4. Sofia Bandung 1952 Thank you, Nyi Mas Ratu Intan

I turned the first page and started reading it: "Dear diary, Hi... This is me Ivana. Ivana Williams, sixteen now. I bought you with the money I earned from the first ever salary I got in my life from tutions. You're not only a diary, but also now my friend after Miya. Miya is really very good friend of mine and she loves me a lot. You know what dear diary, she's been the pillar of my life now. I don't know how would I've survived here in the orphanage if she wasn't there for me. She knows me well, my past and my sorrows. I know she'll listen to me every night, every single moment to me if I ask her. But I don't want to disturb her. She's already done enough for me. So that is why I'm sharing

, don’t make me lose respect for you!" I turned to leave, but then remembered my diary was still in his possession. I coldly added, "Give me back my diary!" "It's in my room. Want to come with me to get it?" "Forget it. It’s easy to misunderstand when a man and a woman are alone together. I’ll wait for you in the lobby." I pressed the elevator button and quickly disappeared from Dominic’s sight in my high heels. He looked up and caught a glimpse of the cut on his lip in the reflection of a shop window, chuckling softly to himself. Sure, I was a bit wild lately, but I was a lot more interesting than before, wasn’t I? Once back in his room, Dominic Blackwood quickly pulled out the thick notebo

My husband gave me the greatest gift on my fortieth birthday: permission to be the dirty, cock-and-pussy-hungry slut I’d always secretly wanted to be. And I can’t fucking wait for the next time Angie walks through our door.

Opening the diary to a specific page, Selena was greeted by the familiar and elegant handwriting. "Today I met my mate and fell in love with him. I wasn't ready to fully commit to my mate yet, as I wanted to explore and experience different things. But there was something about him that ignited a spark within me. I think I'm in love, diary!" Selena closed the diary and let out a deep sigh. Despite her love for Williams, the person occupying her heart at the moment was someone else entirely. Taking a deep breath, Selena placed the diary back in the desk drawer and locked it.

I opened the diary to the year where I met Pietro. February 27, 2001. I closed my eyes and tried recalling his face. Whitney sat down while looking at me, she waits patiently. I closed the door and hugged the opened diary. I knelt down and started thinking of that year. Slowly, I started chanting To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my forlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction

And for years now— this diary had been the only place where she had allowed herself to be honest. No human being but only these pages knew her completely. These pages had watched a quiet girl becoming a woman still carrying the same impossible love. For years now, she had shared every emotions and every special moments in that diary. It was so precious. She stared at the diary for a brief second before opening it gently.The scent of old paper greeted her like an old friend. Or perhaps an old wound. Because when she go through those pages she remind herself of every pain she went through. From not being appreciated much to loving someone so dearly that it felt like losing a piece of yours in

Beside her bed, a white swing chair was kept which was her favourite spot. A black denim jacket, navy blue mask and white cap were kept on the bed of her room, and this revealed that she was the only girl who loved her brother's friend secretly. She sat on her chair and opened the diary. Softly tracing her fingers on the pages, she took out the pen from the pen stand and started writing her thoughts which she only shared with her diary. (Dear Diary, today I again went to see his race. As you know Cole is my crush, in fact, he is a lot more than a crush to me. Every day I pray for his happiness because when he smiles, I smile.)

It was a really terrible experience for Adrien in terms of hot romantic pleasures. Bryan removed his fingers from Adrien's pussy, and pushed her unto his working desk, and fucked the living day out of her creampie pussy! Adrien moaned and moaned so hot, but Bryan did not listen to her, because he was in the mood, and that made him continued with his thing until he got tired as he released his loads of cum into her vagina. Unknowingly to Adrien, her safe period just started that same day. And though Bryan was tired, but Adrien wasn't. She held Bryan closely, and wanted him to continue, but he just could not for he already had sex with his wife the previous night before.

Or, it may be something that I can work with him on, to get him to accept just like when it happened with Asher and Dan, and maybe even enjoy, but I chose my diary instead of confessing to my husband. It was locked down, the boys and I were on a little break and the only cock I had in my hot pussy was David, my husband. I wanted to explore, but I couldn’t since I'd vowed to the boys that I belonged to them alone. Without the boys, I turned to my diary to pen down how I met my husband.