Diary Of Ellen Rimbauer Book Novels & Stories

"She opened the second drawer and took out a bag of fried food. Za turned to face Elijah who was staring at the brunette's diary, the diary that no one but the brunette had ever read. " Good. " She sat down where Melia had been before and brought the journal closed by several black crosses on branches closer to her. Elijah looked up at Za, smiled. " Elijah, how do you know Melia? " I... The thing is that since I was five years old, if not younger, my parents used to read me a book called Melia Conkinova before I went to sleep. " He said and looked at the brunette who was leaning on the bar, eating fried food. " They told me with suspense and mystery the details of the history of their family

I want to tell you details of the guys I've ever loved and the ones that loved me, including my childhood crushes. I don't find it embarrassing to do this, because one day I'll love you to have this book. I was barely 9 years old when a boy first admired me... As Owen read through, no words could best express his bewilderment. This...this...this is Zoriana's diary! It obviously was not meant for anyone else to see but for the man she'd marry! What's Liam doing with a personal property of Zori's? Fine, they're dating but they aren't married yet, are they?

Malia's heart skipped a beat as she opened the book, revealing page after page of handwritten notes. It was Bianca's diary. Malia's eyes scanned the first page and her heart broke as she read the words. Bianca had started writing in this diary when she discovered she had a brain tumor, a condition that could potentially erase all her memories. The thought sent a shiver down Malia's spine. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like for her sister to live with that fear.

I asked no one in particular but the dusty jewelleries stared back at me giving me my answer. I turned to move but my leg hit the vanity drawer and I heard a small plop, “Ouch!” I winced in pain as I rubbed my toes, bending down to pick what had fallen, it was a book and it was dusty. Dusting it off made me cough repeatedly and I stared at the book turning the page open but every page as well was covered in dust although preserved. I dusted a few pages off and the crisp but clean handwriting stared back at me. I read the first page and Immediately closed it. It was Jonathan’s mom’s diary.I flipped through the book and realized that she had written a lot and even almost used up the book. I wa

All I know is that something has definitely shifted between us—and it’s not something I can ignore. The diary stopped there. That was the last page—the only one available, at least. The book was old, its pages had already turned yellow, and a few were missing. I didn’t know whether Reiley had torn them out himself or if there was another reason, but I could no longer read any further. A strange unease settled in my chest, a mix of frustration and an unsettling sense of loss, as if the missing pages held something crucial—something I would never get to know.

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

I contemplated whether to check out the book, but I saw another person just leaving without even glazing at the librarian who was busy doing his own work. ~~~~~ Back in my room, I sat down on the settee and opened the book. The pages had taken a brownish hue, conveying its age. Surprisingly it was more like a diary. I frowned. Whose diary was it? The name had become smudged. Even then I carefully flipped the page. My eyes halted on the first line of the first entry. ‘Mother is scary. She doesn’t love me. She doesn’t love father. She wants to kill us….’

No nonsense not our dear womanizer. Eleanor ate her breakfast, then went to the balcony to read a little, it was a book about the empire's history. She wanted to learn about what she didn't know since the book at Elheim were all outdated. As she was reading she thought about Elheim 'I miss Elheim, even though there was some sad moment. Still I had a lot of good moment too with Eli, and Elheim was a peaceful and great place. Apart from how everyone aside from Eli thought that I was weird...you know Eli, even here they think that I am weird, so I must be cautious all the time...' Her face became sad and she uttered what she thought out loud without being aware,

He didn't know what is a diary. "Diary is a book in which a person keeps his or her daily record of events and experiences," Suzy answered Tubby. Erella looked at her tiny friend with awe. She didn't expect that Suzy has a lot of knowledge in her. No wonder she was always the one who was sensible between the three of them. "So it was your father's life in that book?" Eddy asked. She nodded her head. "I want to listen. I want to listen."Tubby said with excitement.

On the morning of the fourth day, I began the "Pilgrimage." Before I left, I went to the manor's abandoned library. It was filled with moldy books and broken furniture, and the air smelled of decaying paper. But on a shelf in the deepest corner, I found a special diary. The cover was dark brown leather, with "Book of Laments" embroidered in gold thread. I opened the first page and saw elegant handwriting. "Here are recorded the stories of every soul in this manor, their pain, their despair, and their final wishes..."