Diary Greg Novels & Stories

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")

Sitting just a little too close… laughing at something only he would get… maybe brushing past him when he walked by… letting my hair fall in a way that caught his eye… I glanced at Mia, who looked mortified but amused at the same time. “You really think you can do it?” she whispered. I shrugged, feigning innocence. “Maybe. But… I do love a good challenge.” Just then, Jeff walked past my row, glancing down at my notebook. My chest tightened, heart hammering. “Miss Anna,” he said, calm and steady, and I nearly swallowed my tongue. “Yes, Professor?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

Even though I want to fight, he makes me feel like I should just lose. "Sir, Sir Greg is there ..." my secretary said suddenly. I didn't even notice him entering. i look at her and gave her a nod. He entered shortly after. Greg is my bestfriend, though I rarely get along with him because he is a workaholic. He also loves to travel around the world. "You like a zombie, dude ..." he greeted me as soon as he entered my office. maybe he's right. I am dead. Emotionally. He looked at the papers on my table. His forehead frowned. "Annulment papers?" he asked. I just shrugged as an answer. Isn't it obvious yet?

Fear crawled up my spine, wrapping icy fingers around my nerves. Thoughts raced uncontrollably...blood I might have missed, evidence I thought we had cleaned, mistakes I could never undo. Please… please let it be nothing. Please. We burst into Greg’s room. Time seemed to stop. Greg stood near the corner, his small body stiff, eyes wide and fixed on something beside his bed. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, and my stomach knotted painfully. “Greg?” Diego’s voice softened instantly, though tension still clung to his words. “What happened?”

Gregory was vibrating with excitement, but still remained quiet throughout the process. “It appears to have worked.” I said with fake enthusiasm, as I looked over my forgery. “Oh, my gosh I can’t believe it, I have to read it right now.” Gregory said coming to sit at the table once more. I passed the journal to him and sat and watched as he flipped through the pages, I could see his excitement melting into disappointment the further he read, and by the last page he looked completely miserable. He flipped past the last page quickly “What no, that can’t be it” he said to himself distraught.

“What? I was busy.” “You’ve got exams all week and work on top of that. You are not going to bed hungry.” Before I can argue further, Greg disappears into the kitchen. I watch him fondly as he moves around the small space with comfortable familiarity. It still amazes me sometimes how naturally he fits into my life now. As though he has always belonged here. Within twenty minutes, he has somehow managed to whip together simple noodles and fries for both of us. It isn’t fancy. But it is warm and comforting and exactly what I need. We sit together at the tiny kitchen table, sharing food while Greg tells me a dramatic story about one of his practice sessions earlier this week involving a rookie

He objectively doesn’t have a mirror. “Are you sure you want to hear?” “Hear what? That I am ugly?” “No,” I laughed. “Then what?” “How I go in to eat with Mrs. Grater every day during the last holiday just to enhance my chances of meeting you.” “I didn’t know that.” Greg’s smiles vanished, and he turned guilty. “There is no way you would know.” “Granny didn’t tell me.” “I didn’t tell her,” I stepped up to him in a semi laughter. “Why are you being serious with this?”

Noland doesn't wait for a reply, there wasn't a need for it for Greg wasn't going to open up or say anything as he runs out the mansion. Greg sighs, pulling down his pants and stepping into the bathroom. He heard the words of Noland but he was too tired to reply, he has always been too tired to say more. His shower was quick and when he stepped out of the bathroom, steam still floated over his body. He quickly dragged himself to the closet pulling out a pair of black sweatpants and a black t-shirt. black has been his favorite color ever since her demise. He stared down at the neatly folded letter as it taunted him. It's been months and he has not been able to forget or bring himself to read

I took out a hair pin from my hair and picked the lock. “ What am I learning from these kids?” I sighed. Let's just say I picked it up from the twins, who knew it would come in handy? Opening the box, the diary was the first thing I spotted. I took it out and went through it which took longer than I thought and I was beginning to get bored as I wasn't seeing anything related to this. “ Hmmm, what's this?” I went back to the page I had flipped past. It was titled MY GREATEST REGRET and something about the title drew me in.

Jenny’s PoV For days, I was feeling under the weather. I thought that I ate something bad or caught something that was making me sick. Never did I think that what I was thinking was actually far from reality. I went to the pharmacy myself to get some medicine to stop me from vomiting. I didn't want to tell Marcus about it because he already had enough on his plate with work. While paying for my stuff, a lady beside me was buying a pregnancy test. That is when the thought occurred to me.