Diary Greg Novels & Stories

Anathea hadn't expected Gregory to come upstairs so soon. She quickly folded the petition and tucked it into a book. Moments later, Gregory was already behind her. He asked with mild curiosity, "Why'd you put it away so fast?" "It's just a diary. I finished writing, so I put it away," Anathea replied calmly. "A diary?" Gregory raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you keep a diary, Annie?" "I always have. You just never noticed," she said, turning her face to the side.

Humphrey then suggested her to write it down and gave her this diary. She has been writing everything she has been feeling in this diary…related to... everything that happened that day. She has written about her nightmares… her version of truth of that day…her worries for her uncle and the Grisham’s…. about how grateful was she to the people here….how she was doubtful if she would live or not…about how she missed her mother whom she never met…everything. Everything….except one thing….

He shouted Greg turned to face his general manager, " You allowed my wife and some random dude to get drunk under your watch? At my hotel!" He shouted " No…No… she came with her friend. They booked the hotel to spend the night here" he said pointing to Diana It was at that moment Greg noticed Diana's presence. " I'm sorry……" Diana wasn't done with what she was saying before Greg cut her off " Get lost! I don't ever want to see her in my hotel" Greg ordered Diana was stunned, there was no point trying to explain things. She tried to leave when Sophie suddenly removed Greg's hands from her waist and ran to where Diana was

“They won’t. Every file, every receipt, every step, all point to him. The noose is already around Greg’s neck. All he had to do was pull it tight.” Silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. For once, the great patriarch of the DiMarco empire didn’t sound untouchable. His tone shifted, almost grudging. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Austin.” Austin leaned forward, voice low and burning. “No, Father. I’m ending one.” ..✿.. In Paris, Greg lived like a king. Cameras adored him, tourists gawked, Vanessa drank in every flash of light. But late at night, when the champagne dulled and the music died, Greg’s phone buzzed.

MAYALINA May 14th 2018 I pick up the large sack of rubbish from the bar, fling it over my shoulder and wobble my weak butt to the back entrance where the large skip bins are. I walk through the halls and look into the rooms as I pass them by. All the doors are open except the room that used to be mine. Things have been really slow on our side of the wing lately. It's like we've all dispersed for our own painful reasons.

he ignored my question and called the server. “Do you have anything spicy here?” “Um...like what?” “Never mind, Do you have French fries?” “Yes.” “I will bring it.” When the server left, he turned to me. “Then what’s that note? Any study stuffs.” “It’s my diary. I will write about myself and my daily life. But I don’t feel like writing it anymore” “Why?” he said without taking his eyes off me. “Cause nothing good happens in my life, so why should I have one. I want life to be happy, interesting with a little of passion, adventure, love which I never found.”

He was living in history, and it's his fault. __________ Aaron stood up from the floor in front of the room Grace was staying more like locking himself. He was yet again pleading Grace to open the door, but that didn't happen. It was mid-night now, and for a week he was spending his night at the entrance of Grace door. He at least feels her presence, and that's enough for him to be content for now. So he always slept there till morning came. He feels thirsty and can't sleep because of the hard floor like every night, and the pain in his chest won't let him close his eyes because he always sees the hurt and pain on Grace's face which ended up making him into another crying mess of regret.

He didn’t even hear a word that she had said. He had thought that she was gone by now. what the hell was she still doing in the hospital? “If you are wondering why I am still here. Here is the thing, I realized that I had forgotten my mother’s ‘diary so I came back to get it only to hear this fucking bitch threatening my kid’s life. You have messed with the wrong person. If you don’t make that call right now, the next bullet won’t miss your stupid brain “Caroline said as Winnie laid on the floor clutching her injured leg.

"I'm sorry. Truly. Leo was never in danger. I gave him food. Water. Let him play games on my phone. Kept him comfortable. I just needed leverage to make you come." "Why?" Sienna demanded. "Why now? After thirteen years? Why come back?" Gregory's face crumpled. Suddenly looking every one of his sixty years. "Because I'm dying. Cancer. Pancreatic. Stage four. Doctors give me three months. Maybe less." "Good," Dante said coldly. "You deserve worse." "I know. I deserve hell. But before I go, I needed to see you. To apologize. To tell you the truth about what happened fifteen years ago."

I kept stroking until every drop was out. I breathed heavily and fast. My body was sticky with cum. The video looped back to the start. Meadow moaned again. But now I felt empty and sad. Why did she leave? I closed the laptop. The screen went black. I wiped myself with a toilet roll and threw it inside the waste bin that was already stuffed with toilet rolls with dried semen. The door to my study opened, and my little daughter peeked inside, with Annabel standing at her back. “Daddy, can you come and play with me?” she asked in her innocent voice.