Diary Nakal Novels & Stories

I don't need anyone's permission, that's it. 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.

I needed to pen down my thoughts because that was the only way I could go to bed peacefully without thinking too much. I opened the diary with my ink pen and boldly scribbled. “Dear diary, today was shit. Iris had proposed we had sex or else she would kill Natalie.”

Or, it may be something that I can work with him on, to get him to accept just like when it happened with Asher and Dan, and maybe even enjoy, but I chose my diary instead of confessing to my husband. It was locked down, the boys and I were on a little break and the only cock I had in my hot pussy was David, my husband. I wanted to explore, but I couldn’t since I'd vowed to the boys that I belonged to them alone. Without the boys, I turned to my diary to pen down how I met my husband.

"You're home for old man Badmus's funeral then. I never knew there were any of you guys left. The story says most of your family perished mysteriously. I only knew of the old man and his son." "Stories are wrong all the time, Qayah," I smiled. "Qayah? My name is Adeezah." "Oh, I'm sorry. Miss Adeezah." "I think what you need is a good meal and a change of clothing. I'll get you some coffee and eggs." But as she left to get the food Ramotta emerged from the back door, looking angry. "You need to leave now, vampire, or we are going to have a problem," she whispered. I stood up and walked out of the diner. Outside, I looked at the wall and saw flyers of three missing people pasted on the wall o

There was something she needed to say, something she needed to do before she could truly put this nightmare behind her. Henry noticed her hesitation and gently cupped her face in his hands, his eyes filled with concern. “Nina, what is it? What’s wrong?” Nina took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she was about to say. “I need to talk to Kelly,” she said, her voice firm despite the tears still in her eyes. “I need to…thank her.” Henry looked surprised but didn’t argue. He nodded, understanding that this was something Nina needed to do. “Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll come with you.”

What the actual f**k? F**k, Zayne raked his fingers through his hair as he waited for an answer. Mekhi looks on, curious as ever... Jerome gently coaxes his wife, soothing her simultaneously, letting her know that it's ok now and they are safe. She can tell Alpha Zayne what she experienced in the kitchen. Jerome insists on urging her, too, because any information could be vital for the war that has already reached our doorsteps. This was the second round of this for Jerome. The second time these retched creatures wreaked havoc on his life. So he pleads with Analise, please he begs her to tell us what happened.

I picked it up, scanning the page he'd marked: "The boy from Bali shows promise, but the Perez girl is the key. Her genetic markers could unite the broken bloodlines. If only Jeffrey would stop looking at her like that." Jeff's fingers brushed mine as he took the diary. "We need to burn it all." Outside, sirens wailed. I squeezed his hand. "Together." The flames from Nolan's bunker lit up the Moroccan night, casting long shadows across the dunes as we sped away in a stolen jeep. Jeff's grip on the wheel was white-knuckled, his jaw set in a hard line. The journal lay between us like a live grenade. I thumbed through the brittle pages, each revelation hitting like a body blow:

Anshul was the first one to respond while Agnay was still in shock and Tapish was taking deep breaths to control his rage as he didn’t want to do anything that he was not supposed to do. She turned towards Tapish extending her hand to him, causing his eyes to divert to her hand to see that in her hand was a half-burnt diary, at single glance of which he recognized it. His eyes went blank in a swift second when they fell on Nalini's diary which was full of fury as his face turned emotionless. His raw emotions were creating a storm inside him which was enough to weaken him but he didn’t not want to show this vulnerable side of him to anyone.

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:

At her early age, Nicky had the experience of an ex-convict, the good in her was gone. "Fucking underwear." Dale cursed as she washed the piles of cloths and inners in anguish. Dale went further to hang the clothes for drying sake. And found the mountain of rubbish, she took the decision to burn them. While gathering them close she came across something, it looked familiar. What was it? "Oh my God, I've got you back!" She picked up the material dusting it she felt glad as she had found her diary again. Ken had seized it from her one night she rushed in after dinner with the claim that it obstructed their family time.