Diary Greg Novels & Stories

The stupid boy had a passion for art and photography, yet he was being used by that bastard. If we truly were brothers separated from birth and we grew up together, we would have been two poles apart because I'd rather fry my brains out than write a diary. And I loved sports and business management. This one was quite the opposite. Bored and weary of flipping through the diary, I placed it back the same way I saw it and groaned at how dirty the sheets were. I sat on the bed, lost in thoughts when the door swung open.Craig Dimitri walked in, bathed in sweat. My heart began pounding with raw fear and hatred for the swine.

“So, right now… Upstairs… her top is off and he is sucking on her… uh…” “She is feeding him.” Leigh rolled her eyes before walking away. Greg waited until Leigh was out of earshot before turning to me. “The idea alone is so hot. How are you stopping yourself from fucking her? I could never!” I forced out a laugh. The truth was, fucking her was now at the top of my mind. I felt like a pervert, picturing her topless. “We need to plan what to tell the press,” Greg changed the topic. He looked around the room and saw the huge rack of dresses that had been delivered earlier that day. “Is Queen Bitch back home? What does she think of all the… festivities?”

“Something urgent came up; Greg is on his way with Diana. She’ll keep you company.” He turned around and made his way up the stairs. I waited until he had disappeared before I pressed the heel of my palm to my eyes and forced the tears back. ***************************** “The calvary has arrived.” Diana said as a way of greeting, “Something smells good in here- excluding you of course.” She made her way into the kitchen and grabbed a brownie from the tray and stuffed it into her mouth. “You look tired.” Greg offered and I gave him a smile. “It’s called pregnancy; you should try it out sometime.” I quipped.

Greg would always say when he recalled his son and how short he was before losing every single thing he had to call family. "Come on in, are you going to stand out there forever?" great calls out to me who had zoned out a little more than normal. "yeah sure " I am answers as he steps into tg room, shuts the door behind him and glances down at Greg "well?" Liam asks, Greg stares up at me to see him with an awkward look on his face. "Well what?" greg asks unsure if how to fit in everything, "You aren't going to ask me how my trip was? Aren't you interested in the news I bought? If the whole alliance stuff was all said and done?"

I opened the diary with an apple embroidered on the cover. June 26th, 2010 I miss you, Margaret. Every day I miss you. I even miss the way you’d tell me off for nothing in particular. All I want to do is sleep. It’s the only time I get relief from this... He wanted me to learn about Grandma. He knew! My throat hurt as I choked up. I turned the page.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

Alec McCain. The diary was thick and made from old leather. It took a while but Meg brute-forced the damn thing open. My heart fell as she flipped through the blank pages. The first few pages had been ripped off. I sighed. "Fuck." "This doesn't mean anything." Meg bawled, dropping the diary. We had to go. We have been there for hours. He could be back any moment and I was not about to take chances. "Let's go, Meg." "Just a little more. I mean there has to be –"

The dinner concluded without any more noticeable tension, but the unease in my chest lingered. I felt as though I was navigating a labyrinth, with Richard—or Leon—deliberately placing roadblocks at every turn. His calculated demeanor only fueled my determination to uncover the truth. The following day, Greg sent a cryptic text: I’ve found something. You’ll want to see this. We met in a secluded café downtown. Greg was seated at a corner table, his laptop open and his expression grim.

Everyday, Greg is down in the dumps to his life. He is kicking himself why he has resigned his previous job to the company. Often he would not take his meals. He has preferred himself to end his life rather than exist in the world. As Steven has kept an eye out to the mood of his father. He gives light a fire under him to keep on fighting the trials.

Whitmore stands gaping at my diary. "Oh, wow! I didn't know you were a fan of Miss.OG, Ms. Sanders." He said turning the pages and reading my oh-so-difficulty collected handiwork. I sighed in relief. Good, the jerk hasn't figured it out yet. So I decided to play along. "Yes Sir. I'm a really big fan of hers. Well, you know hormonal teenagers, exam and college stress and all that..." I trailed off, laughing nervously. He frowned, thinking. And I took the opportunity to grab a hold of my diary and make a run for it. I snatched the diary from his hands and turned tail.