Diary Greg Novels & Stories

Dara became very excited to know she was going back to the place where she was born and where she had spent her childhood. “Your Granddad is a bit sick. He asked us all to come to him.” told Greg. “It’s been years I haven’t met him. I feel so happy we’re going back there.” “So start packing your things now. I’ve booked our tickets for tomorrow morning.” “Thank you Dad. I love you!” “I love you too my nut cake.” saying this Greg went out from the room. Dara quickly opened her closet and took out a diary from between her folded clothes.

The hair between my legs matched it too. I took my razor and carefully shaved most of the purple pubic hair away, leaving only a thin strip in the middle. When I checked the clock and saw it already said 7:50 I swore under my breath, ran to the closet, threw on clothes and hurried out the door toward school. I made it to gym class just in time and went straight to the showers. I washed under the warm water and when I stepped out, Megan was standing in the doorway. My bisexual ex-girlfriend. The stud who used to make my knees weak every time she walked into a room.

Diane whispered to Rex’s hearing, trying to pick him up when he tossed her away. “That must hurt!” Greg said sarcastically, Diane felt pained. “Let’s go Rex.” Greg went beside Rex when Rex told him at his hearing alone that he should take him to Audrey’s house. “If that’s what you want, why not.” Greg said loudly, leaving Diane in suspense. “Where are you taking him?” Diane couldn’t help but ask. “Not sure you’d want to know,” Greg grinned, walking out of the bar, leaving Diane to herself. ****

I noticed the scrapes and scratches on my palms and a few bruises here and there. Probably happened when I hit that wall and landed on the sidewalk. I’m going to be sore in the morning. Wait – what time is it? It’s probably already ‘morning’… Michael’s place was well and truly a bachelor pad; all he had was 2-1 shampoo and conditioner, and some generic body wash. It wasn’t what I was used to, but it was better than nothing, and the hot water relaxed my tense muscles.

Gregory walked back to the ward, it did not take long before he fell asleep, Whitney couldn't sleep her thoughts were covered with the way Gregory kissed her Her eyes caught Cathy's diary when she opened it.

Dear Diary, Hi. It's Gabriella. This is the first time I've kept a diary so excuse me if this turns out awkward. I decided to write because something weird happened to me last week - until now actually - and I badly needed someone to confide in since I don't have any friends.

Men who had never been questioned. Men who had never failed to produce heirs. The study door was ajar, and a firelight flickered inside. Gregory sat behind his massive desk, posture rigid despite his age, a glass of wine resting untouched beside a leather-bound book. His gray hair was combed back with military precision, his sharp eyes already fixed on Damian before he spoke. “You came,” Gregory said. “Good.” Damian closed the door behind him. “Your message wasn’t optional. Good evening, Father.”

’ ‘Spoilsport! Tuesday was a long day at work. I was in a fever to find out what Greg and Tannhäuser had gotten up to on Friday, and what Dee would think up to resolve the Greg blackmail dilemma. Greg was morose. A bit of me wanted to try again to reconcile the problem, but whatever I did, I had to be sure he wouldn’t interpret things as weakness on my part. Until we cured him of his sadistic streak, he remained the enemy. Dianne and I met by the coffee machine.

"He'd want to be a part of it, I think." When I'm finished eating, I anxiously grab the diaries from where Gail left them in the living room and head into the closed-off room, moving quick so his father doesn't see me. I close the door behind me and sit in the small chair, opening the second years. January 7th, 1992

She believes that she has said a lot of things back then at the hotel when he saved her and since that day, he has been acting really strange. Maybe it was because he must have known how much she liked him. “How about D Seers? I guess he doesn’t want to talk to me. Maybe because he is angry with me for complaining too much.” She quickly found an excuse to talk about him. Greg smiled. “Leave everything to me.” He didn't want to talk about his boss to her, and maybe to some extent, he did not really understand what was happening between them. ********** Two days later, Greg prepared the first experiment.