Novel & Cerita Diary Mantan

I should try understanding this entry a little later. I put down the paper and picked up another diary entry. And that's when I noticed that the previous entry I was reading doesn't have any year at it, and the fate format has changed. Compare to the one I am holding right now, the first one is very much more a rant but the date and time seems off… I just shrug my shoulder and proceed to read the other one. “9th of September, Year 1525. I saw it. I saw the entrance of the abyss.”

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.

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

And the monster’s victory is so complete, it leaves you wondering if you’re reading the journal of the victim… or the secret, proud biography of the victor. Then, after a long pause, Adam lifted the diary again. His thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” he whispered. And he opened the diary. ——— Episode 20 – Pool Party The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of chlorine and expensive perfume. Mason’s name was scrawled across the front in a looping, feminine hand. He slit it open with a thumb, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to the delicate stationery. Inside, on a cardstock the color of a summer sky, were the words:

He smirked despite the tension, kissing me quick and dirty before opening the floor hatch. We crawled through the narrow tunnel, dust and cobwebs everywhere, my body still humming from the fast fuck. The passage opened into a dim cellar stacked with old boxes and filing cabinets. Damien went straight to one, prying it open and pulling out papers and a USB drive. “Look at this,” he said, spreading sheets on a table. “Evidence against Marcus Reed, my rival. He’s the one behind the ghost texts and probably that intruder. Emails showing he paid my old guy to steal notes, plus recordings of him admitting he wants to bury my career over that old deal gone bad.”

he flipped again, multiple pages this time. “15/10/98 Dear Diary, I met this guy, I love… his name is Jade, Jade Ogr---” tears rolled down my eyes, he wasn’t letting me ready anything. “12/12/2000 Dear Diary, I’m blessed with a baby girl, a daughter, she’ll call me mom---” “Fuck you, let me see it…” it wasn’t forged at all, and even if it was, I didn’t want to believe otherwise. My eyes shedding tears, as many as possible, he closes it right in front of my eyes. “Do you… still not want it?”