Diary Mantan Novels & Stories

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:

" Mysterious Man Diary Day ? I don't know the date but I remember it was the time I feel hard for you so, if you ever started reading my old diary, please don't be disgusted with me@~)~~~~ Broke the newly bought pen again.

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.”

I take out a pen from the drawer and try to write… ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Diary It’s been long right? So long that I even forgot that I had something that I had used to track my days. I know I’m wrong over here but I know you will forgive me cause you’re the only friend that I have right now. Oh! I forgot that I have friends now. A bunch of them along with you. I have cute and hot friend Natalie. I know I don’t share much with her but she is someone who took care of me while I was sick.

Enjoy the journey ............. Emily POv : I was rearranging my cupboard, sorting through the piles of clothes and forgotten items, my fingers brushed against something unexpected—a diary. My diary. I paused, feeling a rush of memories flood back at the sight of the worn, weathered cover. It had been so long since I last laid eyes on it, tucked away amidst the clutter of my belongings. With curiosity, I retrieved the diary from its hiding place, feeling the weight of years past in my hands. As I flipped through its pages, the familiar scrawl of my own handwriting greeted me, each entry a window into moments long gone but not forgotten.

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?”

Hi Rie, I am sorry to ask but are we okay?I feel like something has changed maybe in the way you treat me.Don’t get me wrong,I like us being friends but sometimes I feel like it’s more than that.Today you called me cute and ran off.I don’t want to cause any awkwardness but I’d just like to know what you meant. Love,Imani. I leave it on the notebook with a note to self to tear it out and give it to her tomorrow.I place my diary back under the pillow and get back under the covers.

Ria hissed. Thanks for making my childhood dream come true, that didn't sound right. "Next. Why did you invite the school band? What about the church? They'd have been better than strangers."Kim asked. "My dear Kim, they aren't strangers to us. Well, you made new friends, didn't you?" Kim winced. "That's not an appropriate answer." Ria cleared her throat. "You see? I found something in her journal. She had found a person who looked exactly like her once gone lover and you know who that person is? "

Aubrianne said once Daniel finished his call, "You could have called and said something. You did not have to come all the way here." Daniel smiled and said, "It was nothing. Plus, I wanted to see how you were doing and how you felt about everything that happened yesterday." "Are you ok?" Daniel asked, his voice laced with concern. Aubrianne was touched, "Yea, I am ok. Jada and I had a lot to unpack together, but we got it all out, and I still have my mom's diary to read." "Ok, well, that is great news and the necklace? You need to keep that necklace safe."

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."