Novel & Cerita Diary Nakal

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!"

Why can't I remember anything? I put my index fingers on both sides of my head and slightly massage the corners of my head. What a horrible dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and grab my phone before heading downstairs. I start texting Kali. Me : I had a terrible dream last night. There was a girl who looked exactly like me except her eyes were completely black. Kali : You have an evil alter ego? Me : Very funny. Kali : I'll pick you up at 1p.m and you can tell me all about it.

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only woman he loves deeply? One more reason I came here. I want to give this to you." She got stunned when the old woman suddenly handed her a familiar notebook that she was starting to recognize. To her surprise, it was the diary she owned way back in her high school days. The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began...

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.

After love making Manan is sleeping..Nandu is keeping her head on his chest..Then after sometime manik said.. Man:Nandu you want to know my past right?.. I want to tell you but I don't have that much of courage to tell you so there is my diary..Read that My Little Girlfriend..but not now after I sleep..Manik now kept his head on her chest..And she is massaging his hairs..After sometime he slept..Nandu slowly untangled herself and made him sleep beside her and wore his T-shirt..Took his diary and sat on bed beside him..And opened first page..

I found a few notes of cash so I took out a few notes from that drawer. When I was getting money from the drawer something fell on the ground. I bent down and picked up the book from the ground. I saw that it was a diary. I opened the diary. On the first page, it was written that it solely belongs to Aaron Malhotra. Whoever reads this diary without its owner's permission will face severe consequences... I kept the diary on the bed and gave money to the maid. I told her to bring me 2-3 packets of sanitary pads.

NATALIA CARTER –that’s my name. First of all, I want to clarify some things. This is not a diary. You can call it a journal or whatever it is that you want, just please... Spare me the word “diary.” That kind of name was for the girly girls, like some of my classmates. They talk and write to their diaries like it’s their secret keeper or like their life depends on it.