Diary Nakal Novels & Stories

Angela had then shined the torch around and saw a sharp knife, a box of fire starters, and a drum in the corner with wood. This cabin has everything she needs to survive. Angela lit the wood to warm up and opened the can of beans. This should stop her hunger. She had to eat the beans with her hands. She saw a book with what seemed like a diary. She stopped eating and walked over to the diary; slowly opening it, she saw a photo on the corner of the page. It was Nicole; she was the person who lived here. These were her sneakers, and she closed the diary. The blood stains were hers. What had happened to Nicole? Angela continued eating her beans when she heard growling outside the cabin. The sto

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.

"While coming, Naina had put something in my bag. And told me to open it only after reaching my office. When I went to the office and opened my bag, I found some letters and her diary in it. When I read it, I came to know that someone wants to kill her." "What?" Sameer exclaimed in shock. "Yes. There wasn't any name mentioned in any letter. Just he had used the name, Devil. Take this. It's Naina's diary. She has asked me to give this to you. Maybe, you will get some clue as to where Devil has taken her." Sameera Handed Him Naina's Diary. "So much happened and she didn't even feel necessary to tell me anything." Sameer Seethed looking at the diary.

I explained to him. “Why do you sound unsure? Can’t you remember the things you’ve written in that journal?” He queried. I sighed, feeling sorry about the lying. It’s actually not my diary but the real Nemiah’s diary. But I wonder why I’m feeling the pain she had. I think she really is inside me. “I’ll explain things later. We need to find that journal first.” I muttered. “So this journal is missing?” He looked disappointed now. “Unfortunately, I left it somewhere near the falls where we once jumped to escape the shadows chasing me. Do you still remember that place?”

ADRIANA ~~~ 20th of July, 2024 ““Dear diary. Something happened today. I made a big mistake, one that will probably haunt me for the rest of my life. I had sex with Ryan's brother, Nick. Yes, the same Nick I haven't been able to stop thinking about. And God help me, I liked it. I don't know what's wrong with me. The moment I saw Nick, something changed within me. Something awakened. A deep yearning for something I've been craving.

He leaned against the bed, raking his fingers through his hair. “This is useless,” he muttered, his voice rough with disappointment. Nicole opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes suddenly caught on something wedged between the books on the shelf. A worn leather spine, smaller than the rest. She reached for it and pulled it free. “A diary,” she whispered, holding it up. Daniel immediately straightened, his pulse quickening. “Let me see.” But before he could take it, Nicole flipped it open. Her eyes scanned the first page—just one word written in bold, confident letters:

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.

" 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.

Nikon: After I was done with the whole day’s work, I finally had some “me time.” Sitting in my armchair and looking outside the window, I poured myself a shot of vodka. I deserve some peace. But my choice of comfort and peace meant reading or getting information on my enemies. In my hand was a small, vintage-style, red-covered diary. It had slipped out of the bags when the maids were packing them. I opened the diary and read the first sentence: “Today was a weird day. Uncle Ron made me take an extra shift even after I had returned from transferring blood.”