Diary Cinta Novels & Stories

he ignored my question and called the server. “Do you have anything spicy here?” “Um...like what?” “Never mind, Do you have French fries?” “Yes.” “I will bring it.” When the server left, he turned to me. “Then what’s that note? Any study stuffs.” “It’s my diary. I will write about myself and my daily life. But I don’t feel like writing it anymore” “Why?” he said without taking his eyes off me. “Cause nothing good happens in my life, so why should I have one. I want life to be happy, interesting with a little of passion, adventure, love which I never found.”

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.

Dear, diary I was a little lost puppy drunk and lust in love with the school bad boy kahr I know I am way out of his league neither am I close to his type of girl I never dress hot or sexy nor did I have a killer shape or cleverages i only devotees my time in my studies instead of my body Ever since I set my eyes on him, I have been having a sleepless night And sometimes I got wet dreams about him, I am still a virgin, but I can't just control my desire and love when it's comes to Him, He is my weakness yet my strength What can I do just to make him notice me or gets his attention Diary 2

I tried to open the diary but it has a number lock, I used her birthday and birth month but it didn't opened, I used her year of birth it also didn't worked I used her friends birthdays and everything nothing worked, for a trial I thought of checking my birthday, I know she won't use mine but I did just for kind of satisfaction but strangely it worked, so her password is my birthday but why she used my birthday instead of all the people she loved I opened the diary, all the things are about her fun doing with her friends, she wrote about our meeting in elevator and about her first kiss too wahhh she called me cute, then why she never said that infront of me, girls are way mysterious this is

I lie down on the bed and close my eyes, letting my hand drift along the sheets. The softness calms me a little—until my fingers brush something hard beneath the pillow. A small black notebook. I pull it out. I know I shouldn’t, but I open it anyway. It’s obviously hers. On the first page, there’s a photo of Mathilda with her parents. My chest tightens. I flip to the next page—and freeze. “How does it feel to marry someone you’ve admired for so long? Terrifying.” I swallow hard and close the diary. I can’t keep reading. The words echo in my head—someone you’ve admired. God. I don’t even know what to say.

I heard her voice as I was looking at the diary in the shock. "I did everything for your love varun.. I Love you varun"

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

Cheryl looked at the secure door. With curiosity and fear, Cheryl opened the diary. Rose is creative, with lots of calligraphy writing inside and doodle art to pack it all. Cheryl opened the diary randomly. Cheryl held her breath as she read the passage. I saw that you were perfect and that I loved you. I saw that you were not perfect and that I loved you. Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favourite. Your name was imprinted in my soul, long before we met, even there any alphabet.

I'm sure you'll know it's him when you cross parts with him* *If you find a girl or a boy(hopefully it's a girl hopefully she's lovable enough for you. You know what I mean) with the frequency, she will need the journal. Not this one. There's another journal. She probably won't be able to read it until she's ready, but when she is, the Harland collection has a companion text that describes the process. The companion text is called the Respondent. If the man has the collection, he may have the Respondent too.*

There was her rose-scented perfume, a stuffed animal she had liked since she was a kid, some colouring pencils, some bracelets, 5 shirts, a diary and just a couple of other things. I sat down, crossing my legs and took up the diary, curious to see what was in there. I opened through the pages and it was mostly just her colored drawings. It made me smile because she was the only one I knew who would get a diary and proceed to turn it into a colouring book. I flipped through a few pages and then came across an actual writing. Isabelle Idk, but I think I'm in love with S. I hope nobody finds this though cause it's kinda awkward for me to write in it. But like me and S better end up together. Al