Diary Nakal Novels & Stories

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

The top-right corners of the pages keep crumbling into charcoal. I stare at the burnt diary. This is the diary of someone who must have gotten seriously hurt in that day’s blast, I think. Not many people survived the blast; I was one of the few who did. The diary is in bad shape. It doesn’t look as though the person to whom it belongs would have survived the blast. I open the first unburned page. There is no name. Just the initials—RD. ‘You’re late’, Shrey looks at me and says.

I take out a pen from the drawer and try to write… ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Diary It’s been long right? So long that I even forgot that I had something that I had used to track my days. I know I’m wrong over here but I know you will forgive me cause you’re the only friend that I have right now. Oh! I forgot that I have friends now. A bunch of them along with you. I have cute and hot friend Natalie. I know I don’t share much with her but she is someone who took care of me while I was sick.

“I didn’t find anyone.” “He escaped,” Nina said sharply. “Again.” Then she turned to me. “Why were you home alone?” My heart dropped. “I think we’re in trouble,” I said quietly. “Someone took my diary.” “What diary?” Diego asked. Nina rolled her eyes. “Apparently Paula thought it was smart to write down every sin she’s committed. Dates, details. Enough to ruin me.” I lowered my head. “But don’t worry,” she added smugly. “I already took it. I couldn’t let something like that sit in your drawer.”

Daniyal started ignoring me... we rarely talked, he mostly spent his time with his friends... and I thought that he started to care about me... lol... stupid me. I made Lasagna for dinner and now I was waiting for him. My belly was grumbling. The aroma of food was distracting me. I glanced at the clock... it was 10 pm. I couldn't take this anymore... I did my dinner and dishes and walked to the bedroom. I sat on the bed and started looking at his belongings. I knew it's wrong to touch them without his permission but I was curious to know about him. I saw a black diary.

, 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.

I took a deep breath inhaling all the dust that had been stagnating in the room. 'The watchman has become blind ', I thought as I decided to lock the door again when I noticed something. A diary. I walked in and picked it up. Pink I'm colour, had to be a girl's diary. I walked out with it turning off the lights and locking the door again. I opened it. This Diary belongs to Akansha Goenka. The first sentence I read after opening it in fine cursive handwriting. It belonged to Akansha. Not that bad either.

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.

“He seems very invested in my having a nervous breakdown.” “He’s invested in you having the whole board,” Jax said. “Not just Kane’s and Black’s curated squares.” “Whose are these?” I asked, lifting the drive gingerly from the foam. “Yours,” Jax said. “Before the accident. Personal logs. Research diaries. Passwords and paths even Lucien didn’t get. The stuff you trusted one person with when you decided you might not live long enough to use it yourself.” “Niko,” I said.

CHAPTER 1 Natalie POV I heard someone storm into the classroom, “Hey, everyone! guess what this loser, Natalie wrote in her diary!” That was Cassian! I raised my head and saw, My pink diary was in his hand. My body froze. Everyone's eyes fell on me. No, no, no, no, no. I quickly got out of my seat and rushed toward him. I tried to grab it from his hand but he's 6’2, a tower compared to me who's 5’2.