Diary Cinta Novels & Stories

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

After a long pause, his voice came through the phone, rough and raw. My mind went blank for a second. Then it clicked. He was talking about my diary. I only ever had one, the one with the pink cover that Sally gave me when I was ten. I treasured that diary. It was what started the habit, and I wrote in it for years. Every page was filled with my feelings for him. I recorded every little moment we shared, every second I spent loving him, down to the smallest detail. I even used to imagine that one day, after we were married, I would give it to him as a gift. It was going to be my love letter to him, long and slow and built over a lifetime.

Opening the notebook, I was beyond shocked to find that it was not just a notebook, but a diary, I wanted to close it, I didn't want to intrude to her privacy, not when she was no more and I was most probably the cause for her death, but just before I could, a certain note written on it piqued my interest,"Kevin,I really love you,so much,where are you,I miss you so much, just this one line made my heart thump like crazy,I could tell that she really loved me,just like I loved her,and thinking that reading her diary would tear me up,I went ahead and hurriedly closed it,but a small paper fell from the notebook, which piqued my interest, because unlike the notebook, the paper seemed more aged, a

Her heart ached, and Kacy could not wait to vent her hatred. Why should she care about Blaky Sudan, why should she push open the door and enter? If she did not fall in love with Blaky Sudan, she did not send him water that night... But it's too late. Unconsciously, Kacy turned the last page and wanted to finish reading and burn the diary directly, but was completely stunned by its contents. October 22, 2018 - Goodbye, Kacy ... I do not care about anyone, but you are the one I was most worried about.

"Dear Diary, what do you offer a man who seemingly possesses everything this world could offer? Wealth, power, allure, respect – every material possession imaginable. Finding a birthday or wedding gift for someone like him feels like an impossible task, but then a spark of inspiration struck me. I'll share with you a secret, something known to no one else on this vast earth. It's just between you and me... here it goes." I turned to the last written page, and the remaining pages were blank. As I read the final entry, everything changed. "I love Vincenzo Capone and intend to give him my confession as our wedding gift on our wedding night. He can acquire anything in this world, but my love for

Dear Diary, “What a day. Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. First, I got kidnapped, i don’t even know what to say about that , i am still in shock . Then, Rue came for me like some movie hero. And now… he almost saw you. He almost saw EVERYTHING I’ve written about him. God, if he had, I’d be six feet under right now from embarrassment and it’s crazy how i am worried about that instead of my main secret , i am stupidly in love that i forget about it sometimes . .

Four years ago, I’d thought it made me look cool. God… I was so stupid. I tossed it onto the bed and reached into the box again. This time, my fingers closed around something smooth. A book. I wiped the dust off the cover with my palm—and froze. It wasn’t just any book. It was my diary from high school. I always waited each year for summer to write down what had taken place over the previous months. Slowly, I opened it to a random page and read. Dearest Diary, On February 24th, 2020, Liam Kayne finally asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes.

Or will you always be chasing that first, brutal, ice-to-fire penetration on the parlor rug? You traded loneliness for an eternity with a passion that was born from despair. You warmed a ghost back to life with the heat of your own orgasms. That’s a hell of a love story. It’s also a hell of a horror story. And I think, for you, that’s exactly the point. Her thumb slipped between the pages again. “And… If this is real, can I have the address?” she added dryly. Then she opened the diary and turned to the next page.

“W-what?” She leaned in, parting her lips as her sweet breath brushed against my cheek. “My kys…” she whispered. Tensing up, I looked away. “Uh!” she pulled herself away from me, and it was only then did I breathe. Clearing her throat, she continued, “I was talking about my diary. I named it. The diary Kian gave to Carys. So, I named it ‘Kys’. ‘K’ from your name and ‘ys’ from mine. Isn’t it a lovely name?”

Cathy's POV The soft knocks turned sharper. Lila’s little voice cut straight through the heavy air of the bedroom. “Daddy? Cathy? I heard her. Open the door. Please.” Damien’s cock was still buried deep inside me, thick and half-hard, his cum slowly leaking out around him and sliding down the insides of my thighs. My heart slammed against my ribs. I froze, legs still tangled with his, chest pressed to his, the scent of sex thick between us.