Diary Nakal Novels & Stories

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

She was a victim of a terrible crime, a girl who’d been robbed of her childhood, her family, her identity. But he also knew that telling the truth wouldn’t be easy. It wouldn’t undo what Natali had done. It wouldn’t bring back the pain she’d caused Kayla and Taylor. But it would give her a chance to be understood, to be treated with something other than hatred and anger. It would give her a chance to heal, maybe—if she was willing to take it. He turned back to the table, picking up the diary, holding it tight. He knew what he had to do. He had to go to the police station, to talk to the detectives, to show them the diary. He had to tell them the truth about Natali’s past.

My subconscious told me my secrets were already out in the open and everyone I walked past was staring at me, even when they weren't. I'd received a total of three notes from an anonymous sender claiming to be with my diary. During lunch I sat alone by a corner, perhaps if I blended well enough, no one would care enough to potentially ruin my life. I heard the clink of hells on the marbled floor and then the voice I'd already learnt to dread in just the few days I'd been in Crimson Claw. “Hello, Anaya. I hope you're doing well today?” Her voice made me want to throw up. I felt like I'd get diabetes just from listening too long.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

My throat tightens. Diary. She said Nadia kept a diary. What if it’s here? I glance quickly out the window—Yasmin is still inside the building, talking to someone at the reception desk. My heart starts racing. Don’t do it. Just wait. …but what if I never get another chance? I swallow hard and lean forward, opening the glove compartment with shaky fingers. Papers. Receipts. A flashlight. Then—at the very back—a worn, soft-covered journal. Old, edges frayed, like it’s been opened a thousand times.

Dad said with his eyes still on the screen causing Nik to almost say ‘how rude’ but he stopped because he didn’t want to get smacked again for talking nonsense. Though, Nik felt that those smacks were totally unreasonable, and he didn’t deserve them at all. He wrote all this in his little, tiny red diary which was placed in the drawer of his study table which only mom ever checks and thinks that whatever is wrote in there is fun to read because all names are written in codes. Like hers is poo-bear. She loves it. It has all little stories of what they did that he didn’t deserve. He has watched all shows and read her novels, even though this young boy can’t really explain what’s written, it’s

One I hadn't seen or thought about in many, many weeks, My breath hitched in my throat, and my blood ran cold. On the open page, when I first came to the castle as a frightened, voiceless girl, was a single name, written over and over, filling the entire page: Neal. Neal. Neal. My heart felt like it stopped beating entirely. Where did he get this? How had he found it? "Found your little diary," Noah said, his voice dripping with a venom that made me flinch. I dropped to my knees, the world spinning around me. I scrambled for my current notepad, the one that held my present, my truth. My hands were shaking so violently I could barely form the letters.

Nick picked up a blue diary. He desperately opened it and turned to the first page. That wasn’t it. Nick tossed it aside and found the black journal. He turned to the first page. He exhaled when he realized that it was a continuation of the red one he had read. Nick sat Indian style and zoomed in on the entry.

Tina added, but Di kept silent, making me worry because Di never stayed this silent. “Hello?” Nakul said, lifting the call with a frown and immediately stood up hearing the response from the other side. “I will be there.” Saying that he hung up and glanced at me for a second before leaving without another word. “I am the odd one out because I never can get too involved in work with so much going around in my head.” I said and Tina laughed along with Grandma while Di smiled. I don’t know how and when but I drifted off into sleep while waiting for Nakul but suddenly woke up feeling him lying over me with his lips touching my cheek.