Novel & Cerita Diary Nakal

“Stay exactly like this. Naked. Legs open. I’ll be back.” He left the room. I heard the soft murmur of his voice down the hall as he settled Lila. Minutes stretched. My body stayed restless, thighs still parted the way he’d left them, pussy throbbing and empty, his cum cooling on my skin. Every distant sound made my heart race. I was the nanny. Hired less than a day ago. And I was lying naked in the billionaire’s bed, dripping with his release, waiting for him to come back and use me again.

Taking the parchment from Vidhi's hand, Mrinal continued reading, "I'm not an author and I've no idea what compelled me to write this. But oh selfish one, since the day you left, I've been lonely!" "How romantic!" Teased Vidhi with a chuckle. "But whom is the book addressed to?" Mrinal shrugged and continued, "What better way to narrate then write our story. I hope...if at all you are there somewhere, you'd find this and treasure this book." Mrinal turned over the page and what met their eyes was a Swastik symbol drawn with a finger on the page. It was much lighter now and looked more orange than red on the yellowed parchment.

Ang notebook na naglalaman ng lahat ng list niya at mga kwentong nangyari sa kan'ya. Binuksan kong muli ang notebook na binigay n'ya at muling binasa ang mga laman nito. "DIARY OF THE DYING" Living My Final Days with a Grateful Heart Muli akong napaluha ng mabasa ang unang pahina nito. Bakit sa dinami-dami ng tao sa mundo, s'ya pa ang dinapuan ng sakit na 'yon at kung bakit s'ya agad ang kinuha. Ang daming masasamang nilalang na hindi na nararapat pang mabuhay pero bakit kung sino pa ang maraming pangarap at dapat pagkalooban nito ay sila pa ang pinagkaitan.

This is a record of what came after my end, of the choices I’ve made, and the ones I couldn’t escape. I am not writing to be remembered. I am writing to remember. This isn’t just a diary. It’s a map. A warning. A confession. Maybe, in these pages, you’ll find a piece of yourself — or maybe you’ll realize something has been watching you, too. Either way, the moment you opened this… You stepped into my world. And once you're in, there's no going back. With silence between the heartbeats, —Cullen

I think I need to buy more because what is happening is so exciting for me. In just one day, I use two pages just to tell what happened in my day and how I narrate about what happened when I killed one of my classmates. My diary is literally my friend. He knows a lot about me rathe than a person who doesn’t know even a single fact about me. Even my family does not know the real me. Dear Diary,

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

I walked to my Chamber, all my brain cells active busy thinking of a way to stop Niran from doing anything stupid, but I got no ideas. I got to my chamber and drank a lot of water before sitting in front of my drawer, where I always kept my diary. I brought it out, and began to write. Dear Dairy, These past few days as been so wonderful and bad at the same time. I kissed and almot made out with Akira. Isn't that great. I was so sad when Father had to interrupt, not only sad but scared too. Though everything was under control until someone from nowhere took pictures of us and sent it to that b**ch Maya. Thank God I was able to help Akira get out of the mess with Father.

My voice trembles as I confess to my stupidity. "Congratulations, you've succeeded, mikros." (Little one.) He shakes my hand off his. "You play these games and think there won't be any consequences." He looks at Vanko and nods his head. Vanko sticks his fingers inside of Danes mouth and he pulls out his tongue. He presses the blade on Danes tongue and Amar begins to move his hand. Danes cries of terror crash into me like a tsunami, and I begin to sway on my feet. It's not his fault.

They're my only family in the world! Chris gripped the beach railing, his head lowered as he took a deep breath. He had read her diary. He had glimpsed that thick, enigmatic book a few times at the Thompsons', but Lena was meticulous. She never left her diary unattended—it was always with her. Thus, he had only seen its cover by chance. The diary contained Krystal's writings, filled with admiration and adoration for Nicholas. She described his heroic deeds. Lena's entries followed Krystal's.

You need to calm down, Nira said. It wouldn't be easy, so I took a good look at the box, and apart from the dagger, there was a necklace and a bag, so I checked it thoroughly, and when I looked inside, there was an old notebook with yellowed pages, and I realized it wasn't just anything. It was a diary. From the damn leader of the Pure Blood Sect.