Diary Cinta Novels & Stories

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

I took the first picture for Ciara — me sitting at my desk with my legs spread, showing the toys buried inside me — and sent it with trembling fingers. Hours passed like that. I reviewed documents and prepared notes while my body stayed constantly stuffed and stimulated. Every hour I sent another picture. Sometimes with the dildos pushed deeper. Sometimes with my fingers spreading my holes to show how stretched I was. The humiliation of it all only made me wetter.

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.

But not Olivia Castillo, Jessica Rivers. Her knees buckled. She sank to the floor, clutching the paper to her chest. She opened one of the diaries next. The handwriting was hers. The loops, the curves, the tiny slant at the end of each line. The first page read, Ethan doesn’t love me anymore. He looks at her the way he used to look at me. The name “Olivia” was scratched into the margins over and over, until the paper tore. Olivia shoved the diary away, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

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.)

Ariana hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out and opened the black box. Inside was a notebook with a gray cover. Her eyes widened in disbelief. Dazed, she stood rooted to the ground and felt her eyes sting. She then choked. It was her diary. She had written down her affection and feelings for Spencer when they first got married, as she had no other way to express them. Every word and every line was filled with her hopes for love and her deep attachment to Spencer. Later, she had gradually sealed her heart away, and this diary had been locked and tucked away in the corner. She never imagined Spencer would find it, let alone read it.

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.