Diary Mantan Novels & Stories

She then ignored the text and moved to the second page accepting that fine i am a douchebag . Second page had another small nore ," Hey dear diary , you know what I am really lazy but i still wanted to wrie down some important things and moments i wanna remeber so i am not gonna talk to you daily . I will talk to you only when i have beans to spill . Otherwise my life is boring you won't be interested at all ,Don't mind . Cynthia smiled reading the note she suspected whoever this Natasha is she is really kinda funny .

And that was what I was searching for, that moment. I needed to make a record of what might possibly happen that night. "Tonight, I'll stab Cameron. Mom has had enough of his games. I'll stab him anywhere the knife touches. I don't care that he has to go through pain, it's just a dose of a well-deserved poison" I wanted to write . But where was my diary? "What?? Where has my diary gone to??" I was worried. That was where I kept the diary where I wrote everything that happened in this monster's house. It was dangerous to carry this diary with me everywhere. It was not safe because I didn't want anyone to see it.

maybe because of her next statement"you were looking for his diary, wherent you?" Dr montoya dicided on honesty after calculating."yes, I was." "did you find it?" "no."she lied. Damaris Cain laughed nervously."but if you did what do you intend to find?" "I don't know. his travel goals, his horoscopes for the day, a dream plan he wants to make reality, a list of things he's greatful for--." "oh common ,you know better than that." "I just thought he might." "for what do you suggest?"

The air was thick with the scent of time and abandonment, and the dim light filtering through cracked windows cast eerie shadows on the walls. As they explored room after room, they uncovered artifacts and remnants of a forgotten past. Fragments of a life once lived began to form a story, painting a picture of love, loss, and secrets buried deep within the mansion's history. In a hidden chamber, they discovered a worn diary—the key to unlocking the mansion's enigma. With trembling hands, Emily opened the diary, its yellowed pages filled with faded ink. "It's the diary of a woman named Isabella," Emily whispered, her voice barely audible in the hushed space. "She was the mistress of this mans

“Hello, I’m Mariana, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please don’t be mad at Marylin, she’s been nothing but an angel to me, if it weren’t for her, I’m not sure I would have been able to return home.” “No problem,” Dana said. “I can never be mad at her for helping you.” “Thank you!” Mariana went in again and returned shortly with a small book in her hand. She gave it to me and before I knew it, the little book began to expand and increase in size until it was just the right fit for me. It had the words ‘DIARY’ written in front of it. “It’s a magic diary,” she told me. “I’m sorry,” I told her. “I’m going to have to refuse this, I could never keep track or even keep a diary.”

I turned the first page and started reading it: "Dear diary, Hi... This is me Ivana. Ivana Williams, sixteen now. I bought you with the money I earned from the first ever salary I got in my life from tutions. You're not only a diary, but also now my friend after Miya. Miya is really very good friend of mine and she loves me a lot. You know what dear diary, she's been the pillar of my life now. I don't know how would I've survived here in the orphanage if she wasn't there for me. She knows me well, my past and my sorrows. I know she'll listen to me every night, every single moment to me if I ask her. But I don't want to disturb her. She's already done enough for me. So that is why I'm sharing

Sighing deeply, the young woman reached for the diary and opened to the first page, her fingers running across the brown colored paper absentmindedly. She reached out for the blue pen on the dresser, her body slightly quivering in anticipation as she silently contemplated shutting the diary like she usually did, only this time she didn’t want to do that. Only this time, she actually had a story to tell. Sighing deeply again, Natalie uncapped the pen, and for the first time ever, she wrote in the diary; Dear Diary, I met someone today.

ADRIANA ~~~ 20th of July, 2024 ““Dear diary. Something happened today. I made a big mistake, one that will probably haunt me for the rest of my life. I had sex with Ryan's brother, Nick. Yes, the same Nick I haven't been able to stop thinking about. And God help me, I liked it. I don't know what's wrong with me. The moment I saw Nick, something changed within me. Something awakened. A deep yearning for something I've been craving.

Dear Diary, It's been a few days since I last wrote to you. Nothing special happens on my day so I can't tell you anything. Only now can I write to you again because what happened to me last night was so good and satisfying. I killed Rhiza even though she did not do anything bad to me. Maybe I was angry with her for what her girlfriend Clarisse did to me. I promised myself that Clarisse will be the one I will kill next so that they will be together in hell after all, that's where they belong. We will also meet there but it will be a long time before I die. I will just kill my classmates first because they deserve it.