Diary Nakal 소설 & 이야기

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.

Honestly, I’d never seen my money put to such satisfying use. “Aliya,” Nala began, rummaging through her bag until she pulled out something that resembled a diary. “You helped me months ago, and I promised you justice. It hasn’t been easy, especially since your mother passed away years back and every evidence might have died with her—but I always keep my word.” She slid the weathered book across the table. I narrowed my eyes, studying it with caution. “That belonged to your mum,” Nala added softly. My breath hitched, eyes widening as my trembling hands reached for the book. I remembered how she used to lock it away every time I tried to peek inside. And now… it was here, in front of me. Mayb

My eyes instantly went to his drawer—where he kept his diary and notepads. I stepped closer and pulled out the first notepad my fingers brushed against. I half-expected his usual poems. Instead, my eyes landed on strange scribblings. Drawings. “Ma…killah?” I whispered, trying to read the strange language. It didn’t make sense. I dropped the notepad and picked up his diary. But just like the notepad, it was filled with even stranger things. “Makillah… kweyah sangisa bango—”

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.

I have no friends and family and this is the only way I could vent out my feelings. Natalia kept visiting every day. We share conversations together before she enters Kael's office. It was a slow day today. After my shift ended, I packed my stuff up and went home. When I was down in the main lobby, I suddenly remembered that I left my diary on one of the drawers on my desk. I have to get it back. I went back to the elevator and went up. When I arrived on the top floor I was surprised to see that Natalia was holding my diary.

*Naska* Naska's pale red eyes flicked upward at any movement by the entrances, her pale fingers tightening around her glass until her knuckles went white. Each flutter of fabric, each shadow crossing the threshold, made her heart lurch with desperate hope—that it would finally be him. That, at last, her love would arrive. But each hopeful glance was dashed just as quickly as it came, leaving her chest hollow and aching. The number of false alarms had become so common that Naska could feel her own excitement waning like a dying flame. Yet, her longing for Mykhol remained as strong as ever, a constant throb beneath her ribs.

It was a kind of motivational story that She finds interesting and motivated in this kind of scenario. After ten minutes, Akshadh completed writing and he placed the diary in the table as usual. Janu was completely immersed in the book. She was not interested in reading his love personal diary. Every day while cleaning the room, she had a glance at the diary but she never opened it. It is more than enough to get hurt him every day and didn't want to get hurt by reading that in his absence. Akshadh took long steps and took his bike key. He informed his maa and went out.

If she was Korean, I might still have the chance but hello! Mabuti na lang Senior didn’t wrote her diary on Japanese, she gives me the vibe of being an otaku dahil she have the same title and name of a famous romance anime! I could help but silently face palm my forehead. Senior, what were you thinking… I could help but lampooned. I took a breath and started reading the diary. It was a total of three pages.

I needed to see Mikey, so I told Chuks to drive over to my school at Taiwo Avenue. The cabin was starting to kill me, it was empty and Kaz and his guys did not return. I kept thinking about how to do what I had to do throughout the night, rolling in my not-so-comfortable bed. The man was a corrupt politician, he was responsible for the misery of a lot of people. I said all these things in my mind to justify what I was about to do, it never really got old, trying to rationalize taking a person's life, no matter how much they deserved it. For someone who committed a lot of murders in his life, I really could not get past the guilt, it's a sort of punishment I placed upon myself. After a while,

He intently looked at me, "It's not easy to search for it. It may took you years to find one. I advised you to search for Talia. She lives in the woods of Texas. Do you have your things with you?" I know he's pertaining to the diary, pocket watch and the key. I looked at the floor as I shook my head, "No, I don't. The only thing I have is the watch and the key." "That's fine. Do you remember your last diary piece?" "I tried writing everything in a piece of paper. everything that happened to me, still noted though I don't have my diary with me..." I showed him the paper I was able to salvage along the way. He smiled, "Smart ass."