Diary Cinta Novels & Stories

I've been yearning for my uncle's dick for two whole months. Two months of dressing in tiny bum shorts that barely covered up my ass when I reached for the top of the cupboard or when I bent even a little forward. Two months of accidentally leaving my room door open while I changed just because I wanted him to get a glimpse of my curves, to want me the way I wanted him. Two months of rubbing my clit at night while his voice reverberated through the wall during his business calls. That was how badly I wanted him. His voice alone did wonders to my body.

As he began to sift through the documents, his fingers stumbled upon a worn leather journal, its pages yellowed with age. He opened it and paused when he saw the familiar handwriting. It belonged to Carlotta, so why was it hidden among the newspapers and documents? As he began flipping through the pages, he discovered it was a diary from her youth, filled with memories of joy and laughter. Feeling like an intruder, he decided to put it back, but as he closed it, something slipped out from between its pages and fell to the floor.

"I'm writing a chart-topping hit about how you once stole my hoodie and blamed it that it blows with the wind." I threw a cushion at him. He caught it, smirk still there, eyes a little too warm for my comfort. Which, obviously, I ignored because acknowledging it would make it weird. Instead, I lay back on the couch, scrolling through my phone. "By the way, I found your stupid diary the other day." He froze mid-strum. "Which diary?" "The one from Valentine day. Dramatic handwriting, very 'Dear Diary, today I fell in love and ate feelings for dinner' vibes."

I opened it and I saw that it was her diary. I know I shouldn't be prying in her private life, at least that was what I stated in the contract but I couldn't bring myself to put down the book once I opened it. “Dear Diary,” one of the pages read. “Hardin has been so caring and sweet. I know I said I didn't want any man in my life and I hated them because they disgusted me but Hardin's different.” “He bought me apples and you know how much I love apples. He wrapped it in a cute little bag that I'm sure was imported from another country because I have never seen anything like it.”

Hi Rie, I am sorry to ask but are we okay?I feel like something has changed maybe in the way you treat me.Don’t get me wrong,I like us being friends but sometimes I feel like it’s more than that.Today you called me cute and ran off.I don’t want to cause any awkwardness but I’d just like to know what you meant. Love,Imani. I leave it on the notebook with a note to self to tear it out and give it to her tomorrow.I place my diary back under the pillow and get back under the covers.

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters

But maybe there's nothing wrong with trying. "That's my name." I whispered as I opened his diary. Dear diary, That's all it says and then there's a date when he wrote them? _ Dear diary, I'm happy right now because Ken and I are getting married tomorrow, the one I'm telling you about who I have a crush on, is that transferee in our section? How can you forget the diary, I always tell you about it! Hey!

If she was Korean, I might still have the chance but hello! Mabuti na lang Senior didn’t wrote her diary on Japanese, she gives me the vibe of being an otaku dahil she have the same title and name of a famous romance anime! I could help but silently face palm my forehead. Senior, what were you thinking… I could help but lampooned. I took a breath and started reading the diary. It was a total of three pages.

said Akshadh and looked at Janu who was in tears, "Janu, Dhiya was my love. She was ready to sacrifice her life again for the sake of you. I tried a lot as not to hurt you so I told everything before the marriage itself. I am sorry Janu, I can't accept you. You have to understand that fact," Wiping her tears away, Janu took the hands of Akshadh and Dhiya. She placed them together with a happy tears falling above it. Everyone present there were looking the scene with great shock... Akshadh didn't think that Janu would change to this extend immediately. He looked at Janu and Janu hugged Dhiya, "I am sorry, Dhiya," Janu climbed her hands to the bag and picked up the diary. She gave it to Aksha

A long-lost diary surfaced, hidden away for decades, holding the key to a truth more devastating than we could have ever imagined. Trembling hands held the aged pages, the words within them inked with the emotions of a woman long gone. With bated breath, I began to read, each word unraveling a haunting tale that sent shivers down my spine. The diary belonged to my mother, unveiling the darkest chapter of her life—a forbidden love affair with none other than Isabella's late husband, Charles Blackwood. Their bond had been kept secret, their love flourishing in the shadows while Isabella maintained her iron grip over the family.