Diary Mantan Novels & Stories

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.

Dear Diary, I'm so sorry I didn't have time to write yesterday but trust me the wait was worth it. I didn't even get back to my dorm room until 4am and at that point I was in no state to write an entry. Honestly I still don't know exactly how to even begin to explain the rollercoaster that was the past two days. I mean last time I wrote everything was so much simpler than it is now. I mean I literally feel like a different person right now after kissing three different girls and yet I feel more scared than ever to come out. I'm sorry I'm getting a head of myself, let's start with yesterday before I spoil the whole story.

The day Kanna-san told us that a former member of Azure Phoenix would be helping us write a song, the girls became intimidated. Perhaps we expected a flashy or stylish character like the cool and passionate Izanagi, but he came in blue jeans and a unique denim jacket with a tiger and bunny seated at a table embroidered on his back, I remember seeing it when he turned around to put down his stuff. It was so cute and unexpected that I became distracted. Where did he get it from? I really want to ask, but I tried to keep a straight face. He seemed simple, original, and overall like an easy-going person.

If she was Korean, I might still have the chance but hello! Mabuti na lang Senior didn’t wrote her diary on Japanese, she gives me the vibe of being an otaku dahil she have the same title and name of a famous romance anime! I could help but silently face palm my forehead. Senior, what were you thinking… I could help but lampooned. I took a breath and started reading the diary. It was a total of three pages.

A long-lost diary surfaced, hidden away for decades, holding the key to a truth more devastating than we could have ever imagined. Trembling hands held the aged pages, the words within them inked with the emotions of a woman long gone. With bated breath, I began to read, each word unraveling a haunting tale that sent shivers down my spine. The diary belonged to my mother, unveiling the darkest chapter of her life—a forbidden love affair with none other than Isabella's late husband, Charles Blackwood. Their bond had been kept secret, their love flourishing in the shadows while Isabella maintained her iron grip over the family.

Or will you always be chasing that first, brutal, ice-to-fire penetration on the parlor rug? You traded loneliness for an eternity with a passion that was born from despair. You warmed a ghost back to life with the heat of your own orgasms. That’s a hell of a love story. It’s also a hell of a horror story. And I think, for you, that’s exactly the point. Her thumb slipped between the pages again. “And… If this is real, can I have the address?” she added dryly. Then she opened the diary and turned to the next page.

Dear Diary, I've started journalling again after two years. The reason I stopped was because of a man. And the reason I'm writing again is because of another man. I think I'm cursed in that department. I'm ten days into getting over Darnell and somehow it feels like I haven't made any progress at all. Like for one, if I'm really determined on getting over him, I wouldn't be writing it down in a damn book. I dropped the pen and closed the book harder than necessary. This wasn't working. I picked up my coffee and took a sip before setting it back down. I remembered asking for vanilla in my coffee but it tasted completely bland. One of the many reasons I missed Café Denise.

She saw an old big book, it looked very ancient with chopped off pages, she chuckled at the looks of the book and was about to keep it when something caught her attention. There was a book inside the Old book, she opened the occupied page and found a Royal blue hard covered little diary with 'My Mine' scripted in golden words on the front cover. Mareili turned the pages and smiled when sje saw that nothing had been written on the diary yet, she turned the last page of the book and squinted her eyes to see a name and contact written in her Mom's handwriting. She didn't recognize the contact but she saw the name... 'Blaser Mateo', she frowned upon seeing it and slammed the book shut only to fi

I have no friends and family and this is the only way I could vent out my feelings. Natalia kept visiting every day. We share conversations together before she enters Kael's office. It was a slow day today. After my shift ended, I packed my stuff up and went home. When I was down in the main lobby, I suddenly remembered that I left my diary on one of the drawers on my desk. I have to get it back. I went back to the elevator and went up. When I arrived on the top floor I was surprised to see that Natalia was holding my diary.

pag-utos naman ni Ahmad sa'kin kaya sinunod ko siya at nagmadali na. "Nandiyan ba si @Diana?" tanong ko ulit maya-maya. "Gumagawa ako ng narrative report para sa immersion 'di ako makakapunta. Ikaw ba tapos ka na?" pagsagot naman niya agad. "Oo, tinapos ko agad kasi madami pang gagawin sa journ 'e." pagsagot ko sa tanong niya. Pagkadating ko ay nagsisimula na nga sila mag meeting. Pinag-uusapan nila 'yung mga past events na nangyari at kung may alam ba na makukuhanan ng data at photos.