Diary Mantan Novels & Stories

That indifference hurt worse than anything. At twenty-four I was supposed to be in my sexual prime — a young wife with a tight, eager body and a dripping cunt that craved attention. Instead I was masturbating furiously almost every day, fingering my soaked pussy while fantasizing about being properly fucked. I stayed faithful, but I was miserable. I threw myself into more dance classes, new friendships, and university courses to distract myself. That’s when I reconnected with my old college roommate, Claire. She had moved back to Denver and invited me over for a relaxed dinner with her and her girlfriend, Harper.

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.”

He answered anyway. “What do you want, Tate?” Jaxon snapped, not trying to hide his disdain. “There’s a courier guy walking toward you right now. Just read whatever he gives you,” Tate said and ended the call. Jaxon smirked when he saw the courier coming closer. The man handed him Kai’s old diary from college days, bowed, and left. “Strange,” Jaxon muttered. Jaxon flipped open the diary, his eyes catching a page dated: 2022 He read the words slowly, letting each sentence sink in.

After love making Manan is sleeping..Nandu is keeping her head on his chest..Then after sometime manik said.. Man:Nandu you want to know my past right?.. I want to tell you but I don't have that much of courage to tell you so there is my diary..Read that My Little Girlfriend..but not now after I sleep..Manik now kept his head on her chest..And she is massaging his hairs..After sometime he slept..Nandu slowly untangled herself and made him sleep beside her and wore his T-shirt..Took his diary and sat on bed beside him..And opened first page..

Abigail's room, the laundry room, the balcony, he searched everywhere, but there was no sign of Flavia. Gladwin tried to calm himself down. He searched for his phone and intended to call Flavia. His phone must be on the nightstand, where Flavia usually placed it after charging. Sure enough, his phone was there. Right on top of an old diary that Gladwin recognized. The diary was covered in leather with the initials "F.Q" carved on it, specially made by a craftsman acquaintance of his. The paper inside was also custom-made at his friend's printing press, featuring butterfly illustrations with the initials "F.Q" beautifully drawn in the bottom right corner. Gladwin believed there was no other d

I opened the diary to the year where I met Pietro. February 27, 2001. I closed my eyes and tried recalling his face. Whitney sat down while looking at me, she waits patiently. I closed the door and hugged the opened diary. I knelt down and started thinking of that year. Slowly, I started chanting To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my forlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

**David’s POV** Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again. I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.

The kind you’d expect from a bored, spoiled girl. But then on the fifth page of one of the older journals—I found something. Something that sent a chill down my spine. “Dear diary, Today is March, 2012. I will see him again. I’ve only seen him once before, but he’s the kind of person I know I can’t be with. I’m writing this down so maybe one day I’ll remember because I forget things so easily. Oh, I forget things so easily. But the one thing I can’t forget… are his eyes.