Diary Nakal Novels & Stories

Later on, I wed a Nigerian man living in Canada, and he brought me these adorable kids, Henry and Mia. I named my daughter Mia, after my sister Mia. Mia is finished with school, she told me, and she is now employed with a very high wage. Natasha, however, had married and had three children. . Even though Nathan is not yet married, he is still included because he took over his father's business. I guess I'll be going back to Nigeria for his wedding in a few weeks. Every one of the church leaders was given a prison sentence. I had been bored and chose to write about myself in my diary, which is exactly what I did. I then closed the diary, put my children to bed, and joined my husband beneath t

Nikita's POV I had lost track of time, hours slipping by in the cold, damp dungeon. The walls felt like they were closing in, the weight of the past bearing down on me. My hands had begun to shake as I flipped through the journals, each page revealing more of the atrocities I had committed under my father's orders. I could hear the distant echoes of footsteps, but I didn’t look up. My eyes stayed fixed on the words in front of me. The cruel reality of my past reflected on each page.

I asked but Ingrid shook her head. "No clue, I think the name faded." My heart skipped a beat. “Open it.” We sat cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the aisle, the diary resting on my lap. The entries were neatly written, dating back almost forty years. The early pages detailed council meetings, skirmishes between border packs, political marriages… nothing that mattered to me. And then we saw it. June 12. I saw her again today. Rina. Amongst the sea of women who painted their faces for attention, she hid hers. Not in shame. Not in fear. But in defiance. The more they reached out to me, the more she tried to disappear. I had to know her name.

I'm sure you'll know it's him when you cross parts with him* *If you find a girl or a boy(hopefully it's a girl hopefully she's lovable enough for you. You know what I mean) with the frequency, she will need the journal. Not this one. There's another journal. She probably won't be able to read it until she's ready, but when she is, the Harland collection has a companion text that describes the process. The companion text is called the Respondent. If the man has the collection, he may have the Respondent too.*

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

Soft at first. Nina tilted her head. Let him. Jake watched, then kissed her shoulder. His fingers unzipped her dress from the back. Slow pull. The fabric slid down her arms. Exposed her bra. Black lace. Matching panties underneath. She stood up. Let the dress drop to the floor. Stood there in lingerie. Mike and Jake stared. Eyes hungry. Nina turned around. Showed off her ass. Round and firm. She hooked her thumbs in the bra straps. Slid them down. Unclasped it.

It may be innocent, and if it is, I only have to question him on the weapon, and nothing else. Nakoa grabs the journal we have all been eyeing, while Zavian and I sift through the paper. Nothing much is revealed, other than rather boring political letters between Kailor and Tai, and other leaders in different districts. “These entries are quite boring," Nakoa notes, squinting to read Tai's writing. Knowing Tai has always kept a personal journal, I reach out for it, wanting a glimpse into his private thoughts. “Let me have a look.” Examining the page, I realise these entries are from a few years go.

I can only conclude because this is not written in the diary either. "Does Duna actually know what a diary is?" I complained. After storing the ID Card and mercenary ID in the drawer, I took some packets of cookies from the cupboard and read the diary again. If I look again, the first few pages have been torn. Maybe Duna used to write a diary, but suddenly made this book into a notebook. Starting from the Xenobeast category, mercenary system, base system, to how to use guns and laser swords. January 27, 3043