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?"

It was a kind of motivational story that She finds interesting and motivated in this kind of scenario. After ten minutes, Akshadh completed writing and he placed the diary in the table as usual. Janu was completely immersed in the book. She was not interested in reading his love personal diary. Every day while cleaning the room, she had a glance at the diary but she never opened it. It is more than enough to get hurt him every day and didn't want to get hurt by reading that in his absence. Akshadh took long steps and took his bike key. He informed his maa and went out.

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.

A piece of paper was tied to a rock, which had been thrown through the window. “Who the fuck sends messages like this.” I hissed as I bent down to pick the paper up. My hands as I untied the paper and read the message written on it: "Meet me in the woods tomorrow night, alone. I know what you did. -A friend" A chill ran down my spine as I read the words. Who could have written this? And how did they know about Damien's death? The voice in my head sneered, "A friend? More like an enemy, Raven. What have you gotten yourself into?"

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

I'm crying now, I don't want to face him anymore. Love, Vienna Who is the guy I refer to on every page of this diary? Who is the bug I'm calling? Is he my friend's nickname before? July 16, 201* Dear Diary; It's been a few weeks since I haven't written to you and told you about what happened in my day. Because there was a problem here at home and I just feel sad every time I think about it. Do you need to know more? Do I need to tell you more?

The familiar scent of vanilla mixed with cinnamon hit my nostrils as I moved towards her bed while taking in her room. The last time I was here, I was so busy indulging in whatnot that I couldn't take it all in but now it is different. The room was extremely neat just as i expected it to be. “A diary” I muttered examining the book I picked up from her bed, lying open with a pen beside it. My brows deepened in thoughts as i read her entry for today, 20th May 2020 “Dear diary, all I want to talk about is HIM, I simply cannot get him off my head,he is all I think of every now and then, what am I supposed to do?....” I read softly aloud.

I stared at the ceiling and tried closing my eyes but sleep evaded me. I remembered my mother's diaries. I hasitsted but I caved in and went to get them. I placed them on the bed and looked at the for a while like they were pandora's box. Curiosity got the better of me and I grabbed the first one. It was written, Maya's diary, the year 1995. I opened it and saw the first entry. It was titled " Love At First Sight". There was no going back now. Forgive me mom, I thought to myself as I began going through he love story.

"After you left, Adrian became a little crazy. He would scribble in this diary every day, but I have no idea what he's written in there. On the day he found you, he said he wanted you to read the diary once he brought you back, but now, he… I took the liberty of getting the diary for you. Read it if you can." Salvatori turned to enter Adrian's room after that. I sat on a chair while holding on to the diary. I had no idea how long I sat there until I slowly opened the diary, which had gone yellow at the edges. [March 20, 2018. Ella and I are officially a couple, and this diary is the first present she gave me. I'm so happy and so excited about this. I'll make sure to cherish this diary and lo