Diary Cinta Novels & Stories

Cecilia's POV Luciano took the diary with him and returned to the main bedroom, where I was still leaning against the headboard, staring out the window. The setting sun cast a blood-red glow over the wisteria, and a few more withered petals drifted to the ground. He placed the diary in front of me. His hoarse voice carried a trace of indignation and a small sliver of hope. "You loved me for seven years. Why can't you just love me one more time?"

To turn this place upside down for clues. And I did, rummaging through her drawers I found a diary. A red diary with a happy Valentine written on it. This must be very cheap, I thought internally before opening it to see what's inside. And yes I found something there are some pictures of her and -- I don't know who. She is with a man in every single one of these pictures, smiling happily. She looks like she is in love or something. I flipped the image to find a name. Where is he now? Had they broken up?

Edmund opened his diary, a padded red-cover book with his name written on it and wrote; "Dear diary, I have no idea what this feeling is but I do hope it's not love. It feels stupid to be so vulnerable because of a single human. It feels horrible to start being affectionate towards a mere mortal. Whenever I see someone so much as look at her, whether man or woman, I want to kill them. It's crazy what she does to me! If this is love, then, I just want somebody to shoot me in the head and end it all."

Her hands finally took the hold of the most important thing present in the box. Her Diary. She used to write a diary every day till she became 19 years old. She never noticed that how she had stopped sharing her feelings with her diary. She wrote every emotion she felt for Martin. Lilian. At how beautifully they had treated her for the whole of her life. How she loved them more than anything. Lucifer. There wasn't a single page of her diary she hadn't mentioned him. Her love. Her very first love. She wrote everything. How she never wanted to fell for him but did. How she tried getting rid of those feelings but failed. How she still loves him and loves him.

he flipped again, multiple pages this time. “15/10/98 Dear Diary, I met this guy, I love… his name is Jade, Jade Ogr---” tears rolled down my eyes, he wasn’t letting me ready anything. “12/12/2000 Dear Diary, I’m blessed with a baby girl, a daughter, she’ll call me mom---” “Fuck you, let me see it…” it wasn’t forged at all, and even if it was, I didn’t want to believe otherwise. My eyes shedding tears, as many as possible, he closes it right in front of my eyes. “Do you… still not want it?”

I put her picture frame back on the nightstand and open the cupboard and picked up a diary from there. It was Niyati's diary in which she has written about our love. The love from which she never got anything except tears and pain. In the midst, she may have found happiness, too, but only for some time, but the pain had become her permanent companion. I had read this story a little from the beginning but when thinking of her smiling face in starting and seeing her weeping face in Last, I didn't want to read further and today, 4 years later on her birthday, I will be going to read this story again with great courage.

Nothing. I move on to the next day. The page is a little burnt on the sides. I try not to imagine what must have happened to the hand that held that diary. 2 July 2010 ‘I don’t know whether my love is shallow or unfounded since we have never talked. But unrequited, untold love is the purest form of love. There is no pretence in that.’

texted Damon to Cynthia . "Yeah sure talk to later bye ." wrote Cynthia . "Take care ." wrote Damon . "You too ." wrote Cynthia . Damon sent a red heart emoji but unsent it within seconds .Cynthia smiled and kept her phone away . Cynthia held the diary of some unknown Natasha wondering what to do ? Open it and read or not . 'Who is gonna find out if I read it , I am not going to tell anyone ( Damon is exception ..no why he isn't special .Myabe he is .)'thought Cynthia .

I was already dressed for my journey and have already sorted out my travel box and school bag. I turned back to my journal, unstrapped it, then stared at the first page of the diary. I inscribed my details quickly, using a capital letter to write my name ZORI then I started at the second page of the diary with the headline; DEAR Future Husband, *I've always want to do this, to write to you even though it might never get to you. To tell you about myself and how I want to be loved by you. How I will care for you and how I'll love you. How we'll build our home with God being our strong pillar and firm assurance.

I opened the cover revealing the thin gray lines running down the first page and grabbed a pen from the cup on the left hand side of the desk. Dear Diary, I don't even know where to start considering that this will be my first time "reflecting" on what my mother would call "sinful mistakes". I don't know what the opinion of a girly ass pink diary would be on the topic but prepare yourself for the story of a lifetime. I don't want to leave out the back story and I've gotta start somewhere right, so why not at the beginning?