Diary Cinta Novels & Stories

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!

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.

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.

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.

The embarrassment from earlier came rushing back, ten times worse than before. Everything I had written in that diary; every single word; was about him. About his dick, his fingers, the tattoo on his chest and neck, his hair, every goddamn thing about him and about the things I imagined doing with him. About how desperately, pathetically, I was in love with him. And he had it. There was no fucking way Dean Billie found a diary and didn't open it. I pressed both hands against my face and let out a breath that shook on the way out.

Aditi was seating on her bed as her hand-carried a pen that was scribbling on her personal diary as her tears fell apart. 09.05.20xx, I tried...I tried everything I could, No matter how many messages I left you, you won't even care to message me back...you cold-hearted jerk. No...Sorry, you are not cold-hearted I take my words back. But why did you go back? Will you come back again? Will you ever know there is a girl called Anvi who secretly liked you, like you, and will also do...? Will you ever know...that from the moment I saw you...I fell head over heels for you. Anan...this so-called diary which I'm writing to you...will it ever reach you...?", The entry ended...her tear fell off from h

" For all I know, it sounds fascinating. “Not the best. - Not so much. All those wonderful affairs with Aunt Maideh . The gossip and gossip, the way women worked to get what they wanted from men. Do you have a diary? “I have ten. I started collecting them when I was seven. She reached under the bedclothes and pulled out a leather-bound notebook. “It's weird that you tell me to write about my childhood. I was reading one of my journals right before you came in. Read it and tell me what you think.