Diary Greg Novels & Stories

I see he is on his way to Johannesburg tomorrow morning. The diary is held open at the top with a paper clip and a smaller piece of paper. The word that first catches my attention on the piece of paper is Password. My heart skips a beat. "That's what people do," I still hear Gregory say. "They are naturally lazy when it comes to things like remembering passwords, so they write them in their diaries, or they put them in a desk drawer. Some write them on a calendar where they can find them easily." Password... But before I can lower it properly, Dale is behind me.

When he got there it was almost late, he was the last to get in the car. He sat down beside a girl but paid little to no attention to her. He opened up his diary and started writing. "Is that a diary? I have one too." A soft girly voice asked it was the girl beside him. He looked up and she was in the same uniform as he was. She was so beautiful he couldn't make himself answer her question. He just kept staring with his mouth half-open. "Is something wrong with my uniform? I just got it. It's my first day, you see?" She said with a smile.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

Colby whimpered. “Yes everyone I will make my croissants, and coffee while I’m here.” I responded with a laugh. “Oh thank the goddess!” Colby whooped. Suddenly Greg shuffled into the room. He looked awful. I glanced at Braxton to see his eyes widen. Greg still didn’t join meals much, but Braxton did tell me that Greg had started telling him a bit about his family, and life before Aurora. I was glad Braxton was finally getting to know his father.

"Message received. Baggage-free zone from here on out. How about we start over? I’m Greg. I like spicy food and I promise to keep my trousers on for at least the first three messages." I let out a snort of laughter. Okay, so he listened. But before I could even process that, a second bubble appeared underneath it. "Dear Tiana. I am extremely sorry for being so vulgar and sending you that disgusting photo. I had no idea who you were, having never met you in person. Not that that excuses my behaviour. I was being an idiot. I hope in time you can forgive me. Greg." I froze. Woah, wait.

"You deserve this. If you want me to come and get you, record a video apologizing to Madison and post it online. Otherwise, forget it." Then he hung up. I sat on that hotel couch for a long time, staring out the window as the snow kept falling. I'd met Clement back in college. He was a year younger than I was. Normally, I wasn't into younger guys. But back then, Clement was like sunshine—warm and bright. When I was struggling, stuck in a dark place, he was the light that helped me breathe again. During my internship, a creepy coworker kept harassing me. Clement would walk me home every single night.

Rhea I was so focused on my laptop screen that I did not hear Greg come in the first time. “Morning, kiddo.” I jumped, my hand flying to my chest. Greg stood in the doorway of the dining room, already dressed for the day in slacks and a button-down shirt, a coffee mug in his hand. “Sorry,” he said with a slight smile. “Didn’t mean to startle you. What are you working on so intensely?” “Just organizing some things,” I said, minimizing the spreadsheet I had been building. “Good morning.”

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Mac's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it. Dear Diary It's been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck before leaving school.

“Married, three kids now. Life’s chaos, but you know, in a good way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Three kids? You’re braver than me. We’re just gearing up for our first, and I’m already terrified.” Greg laughed, the kind of belly laugh that made everyone around smile. “Oh, man, you’re in for it. But it’s the best kind of terrifying. Trust me.” He started sharing stories—how his youngest once painted the dog with peanut butter, how he’d accidentally put a diaper on backward in the middle of the night.

My dad is a testimony to my grandmother's heart. March 1st, 1977 Dear diary, I think I will keep writing like this. I like the monthly updates. Graham still doesn't know I have diaries. He is so oblivious when it comes to the small things. He thinks as long as I am locked away, I am behaving. I can't interfere with the pack, so he is happy—pompous prick.