Diary Cinta Novels & Stories

She had only seen Levian three times this month, all of which were brief glances that didn’t include a word. A bitter smile twitched at the corner of her lips. This was the first time she had fallen in love with someone, and it was so tiring. After returning to her room, Luna took a book secured with a password from the drawer and flipped through the pages. It was her diary. She recorded all sorts of special events over the years, but without realizing it, the diary had become a collection of love letters for Levian. Luna took a pen, and expressed her love for Levian. The moonlight cast a warm luster on her, and she smiled happily as she wrote.

She smiled, but it didn't last long when Carla told her about Deric's accident. Caraline held her breath for a few seconds, gripping the diary tighter. Her gaze began to waver and tears prepared to fall down her cheeks. Dear Diary I plan to confess my feelings to Jacob on graduation night. I had no intention of getting into a romantic relationship with Jacob because I knew that it was impossible. Many popular and beautiful girls in school wanted to be Jacob's girlfriend, but in the end to were disappointed because Jacob preferred to make them friends.

Let up from screwing with me. And as I did anytime I was feeling agitated, or just drained, I wrote in Ayla: my diary. My hand sought her, and when I held her in my grip I unbuttoned the latch securing her pages. Pages of my sweat, tears, joy; and pretty much my whole life. I passed my fingers over the beautifully old pages, my hand flipping through phases of my life. My fingers halted on a page. It was peppered with numerous love emoticons, XOs and exclamation marks.

Number of kisses:14 ( I guess ) Number of I love you's : 37 (today was craaazy) (*blush blush *) Friday~ He tried to read my diary today but I snatched it from him before he got to the first page. I don't want him to read this. Or maybe I do. But not now. Definitely not now. He'll think I'm crazy. Oh, wait. He already does. My bad.

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.

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

Ishita in the diary : "It was another lonely day. I was returning home and then he came. I never thought that that man could change my life so drastically. Ryan. The love of my life. I feel like he is someone who only understands me. I feel this strong connection with him that I never felt with anyone else before. There is not even a day that I feel lonely when I'm with him. He makes me feel very special. I always knew he loved me but he could not show it as we were cousins. But after my uncle's death, we got a new chance to love each other. We moved into this cottage and got married. No one knows us here. We can start a new life."

" I kept my Diary aside and took a pen and a piece of paper. He is like my heart beat so I should write something like that. So many days I haven't seen you. But then also, why I feel that you are with me always everywhere? What will I do with my fingers?Every time I want to draw some one. My fingers led me to draw you. Is it my crazinessness? Or you are also crazy about me? Yesterday, in the road of my life I met sadness whom I hugged and cried The one who was mine, Why did I lose her? The eyes whom I kiss without any reason

She set it on the ottoman and opened the latch. The lock was broken. Her breath caught in her throat. “No. No, no—” she whispered. The box was empty. Her diary was gone. Her most intimate confessions, written in the rawest moments of pain and hope. Every twisted memory from Russia. Every wound Cynthia left on her skin and soul. Every moment of self-loathing, every hesitant word about Damian… even that one vivid entry—the night she gave herself to him, trembling, finally feeling safe. All of it. Gone.