Novel & Cerita Diary Nakal

What could I say to her when I left her brother dying in the rainforest? More than anything, I had accumulated regrets in the dreamcatcher race. Celadine was unable to talk. Mind-link was the only way she could communicate with her close ones. She wasn’t even strong enough to create a new mind-link with me. Luna Nesta was called by Celadine’s doctors. So it was her, me, and her personal maid in the room. Celadine glanced at her maid. Her maid fetched out a palm-sized brown leather diary and gave it to me. Placing Carol on my lap, I accepted the diary and looked at Celadine.

, Neil Khanna said as his eyes glued to the diary. It wasn't a simple diary. It was a journal of a person whose life was full of ups and downs with unexpected Twists and turns. Neil was reading every page of his father's journal with both curiosity and pain. "I love you Dad", Neil muttered softly under his breath. Neil was a nineteen-year-old boy and was eating his favorite lasagna while looking outside of the cafe. The day was bright and sunny but his life was not as it was full of darkness, bitterness, pain, and heartbreaks.

It seemed like a normal diary in the beginning parts, he was still a kid then so be mostly penned down childish stuff. She could barely read up to a quarter of the diary while she enjoyed the life of her young dad, Nicole stayed up all night reading the diary hoping to finish the whole thing in one night. Quite an ambitious goal, soon she fell asleep with the diary laying upon her chest. Once Nicole woke up, she grabbed the diary to continue from were she stopped. She had barely glanced through a couple of lines when she head a crackling noise on her hotel room door. “who is that?” she asked out of fright.

Rivers, Born February 2nd 1969 Parents: Unknown Pack: Unknown Rank: Experiment Confused, I looked to Nigel for some sort of clarification as to what exactly I was looking at. "Does the name ring a bell at all?" Nigel asked as I waited for an explanation. "No, should it?" "Rayne was your mother's name." Nigel said slowly. "We believe that this was a diary she kept while stuck in the Midnight Fire concentration camp." "The what?" Mason asked as I stared at the book in front of me in a daze. "It was before your time." Nigel responded. "There was this pack that took in orphan wolves and taught them to be superior warriors. Their ways were supposed to be considered cruel and unusual, so they were

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

I then went through the files on his table, “This will take long. You can go home if you like” I said to Taylor, but she refused. “I wanna help. What are we looking for?” She asked, “Anything” I didn't know how to tell her. Her dead fiancé was probably a fraud who was leaving what I assumed was a double life. Taylor and I began to look through the files one after another. It was mostly work documents. In one of the notebooks, I found a phone number and tore the paper, putting it in my pocket. In Kelvin's study, I found a photo in one of the drawers,

I never doubted her, not for a second. The man in this diary, however, had no malice about him. A diary was a sacred thing. It wasn’t like other pieces of media where people were trying to lie or convince or persuade people to their side, a diary was someone’s only outlet and the closest to the truth they could share because it was with themselves. Alpha Aaron had written this diary for himself, not intending for anyone else to see his truth and his shame. He’d have no reason to lie to himself, and even if he did, it would not be in such a sad, pitiful way.

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.”

Kid's probably going to get tossed around like a leaf. Emerald had long since evacuated the area, excluding herself from this, not that that suprised me , she could sometimes become a miss goody two shoes.Nico was busy reading through the book , engrossed by the frivolous information drafted inside and the kid's face grew redder with each page flipped.I stood on guard, in case he grew violent and decides to claw his way in order to retrieve the diary. "Hey, everybody, listen to this,"Announced Nico , clearing his voice as he prepared to read out loud a piece of writing that seemingly caught his eye."Dear diary, today when I was showering , I noticed a few hair strands growing around my-"

Alec McCain. The diary was thick and made from old leather. It took a while but Meg brute-forced the damn thing open. My heart fell as she flipped through the blank pages. The first few pages had been ripped off. I sighed. "Fuck." "This doesn't mean anything." Meg bawled, dropping the diary. We had to go. We have been there for hours. He could be back any moment and I was not about to take chances. "Let's go, Meg." "Just a little more. I mean there has to be –"