Diary Cinta Novels & Stories

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She realized that the door is not locked, she moved backward to lock it up. And then came back and sat with Ciri on top of the bed. "So what's it that you said you want to tell me about today?" Ciri said to Diana. And then Diana started replying with a low voice "It is about... umm... you see right now" "You don't have to be told by anyone, not even me, you don't need anyone to tell you that..." "Am in love with you Diana, you can feel how much I love you right?"

Rhino was unknowingly making promises in his heart, saying, "'In any case, Calista will not suffer any more. I will do what I have to do for her. That innocent girl will not suffer any more. And she will do what she wants to do." -------------------------------- Calista was sitting in the campus feeling bad. She was feeling very bad for her diary. She remembered her diary and said to herself, "Grandmother bought it for me with so much love. I used to write all my thoughts in this diary. Like my grandmother, I used to write all my thoughts in that diary since I grew up. Gradually the diary became my dearest friend. And in the end it also left me." In the midst of Calista's thoughts, Ezlyn cam

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.

If that is the case, this mission will be really easy for me and I can go back to the present in no time. I flipped the page of the diary and saw a calendar. It was date 1950 and there were three months printed on the page. I noticed a small note on the first month, it says, "you only have three months to fulfill. If you failed, you will be stuck there forever." My breathing suddenly stopped because of what I've read. I only have three months to make Henry and Sonia fell in love with each other. How will be that possible? You can't fall in love with someone that quick! This is insane!

Sighing deeply, the young woman reached for the diary and opened to the first page, her fingers running across the brown colored paper absentmindedly. She reached out for the blue pen on the dresser, her body slightly quivering in anticipation as she silently contemplated shutting the diary like she usually did, only this time she didn’t want to do that. Only this time, she actually had a story to tell. Sighing deeply again, Natalie uncapped the pen, and for the first time ever, she wrote in the diary; Dear Diary, I met someone today.

The writing was a bit blurred and he needs to narrow his eyes to read it. I never knew there are people who helped us get through the hardships, the pain, the wounds, and the burn we felt, it was healed. It’s been four years since I grab my pen and write again because today was an important day for me. I was getting married, to Mattheo, my fellow Jihilian, my sister’s lover, and my bully. I love him, he loves me, and we realize we love each other. My diary ends here, hoping I can write a new chapter of my life soon here in Thamali.

Conversations that tied both of us together in the lush greenery beside the little hill. He was my first. He made love to me. He was the gentlest man I have ever seen in the flesh. He took my virginity and, Ever since my birth until now, that night was my greatest. I looked up from the book with a mixture of more curiosity and shock. This diary couldn't have belonged to Marcella. 1994. That was a long time ago. I wasn't even born then, and Marcella couldn't have been born either. It was not Darius's, and neither was it one of Darius's ex-girlfriends.

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.”