Diary Of Jane Meaning Novels & Stories

He chuckles low and mocking while steeping closer as the scent of his cologne hits me— musky, masculine and I swear my pussy twitches. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. But we both know who's really close here.” Brian stance shifts and I can’t stop staring at the way his pants hug his thighs. Fuck, is that a bulge? No, stop it, Jane. This is ridiculous. I hate this feeling and this betrayal from my own body. “Don’t call me sweetheart,” I snap, grabbing my folder and turning my heel. “We’re done here.” I stormed out while my face was burning and my pulse racing.

When he got there it was almost late, he was the last to get in the car. He sat down beside a girl but paid little to no attention to her. He opened up his diary and started writing. "Is that a diary? I have one too." A soft girly voice asked it was the girl beside him. He looked up and she was in the same uniform as he was. She was so beautiful he couldn't make himself answer her question. He just kept staring with his mouth half-open. "Is something wrong with my uniform? I just got it. It's my first day, you see?" She said with a smile.

I muttered, rubbing my forehead. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then Zoey frowned, noticing Jane was busy doing something because her attention wasn’t on us. “What are you up to?” Zoey asked, and Jane looked up for just a second. “Searching for something.” She replied. “What?” Curious about what gets Jane to look this serious. “Scrolling through a bitch page.” She replies, she sounds bothered, and furrows my brow, confused. Zoey's expression mirrored mine. “Jane, don’t tell me… you’re scrolling through Sarah’s page?”

I pulled my hand away and took a step back, locking eyes with him. "No. It's not that you didn't notice me. You just never thought I was worth your attention. "When we landed in Svalmere, I was pale and clearly unwell, but instead of caring, you were more worried about Madison being alone at the hotel. "And when I got back after being buried in snow for hours, all I wanted was to sleep, but you brought me a bowl of mutton stew, even though you knew I hated mutton, and tried to force me to eat it. To you, what I need or want doesn't matter.

Is this what I'm thinking it is? My mind went back to the moment I had picked the diary up from the floor of Crown's Lunch Cafe. The reason I had taken it with me was because of the name I saw in it. I saw the name ZORI, written on the first page of the diary with capital letters when it fell open on the floor. Could it be her? Is the diary hers? PRESENTLY; If this belonged to her, I might as well return it quickly before she sees it with me one day and misunderstands.

She muttered. She stood up angrily with her hands akimbo, her eyes fixed on the rest of the cabinets. She stares at it for a while before she resumed. She opened another cabinet and saw something that caught her interest. It’s a diary and there’s a strange seal on it. Jennifer picked the Diary up and examine it with full interest. Her anger picked up when he could not open the diary cause of the seal on it. It looks strange to her because it’s only people of high power that uses seal like this.

🖱️Victor🖱️ The moment Sammy and Jane left the room with Jayden, the room felt different nAnd somehow more dangerous. I reached inside my coat and pulled out the diary. My mother’s diary. The one that only answers when it wants to. The one that showed me fragments of what was coming before I even understood them. My fingers tightened around it before I opened it. The pages that had been blank before now shimmered faintly. Then slowly, like ink bleeding through water, words began to appear.

🖱️Victor🖱️ The moment Sammy and Jane left the room with Jayden, the room felt different nAnd somehow more dangerous. I reached inside my coat and pulled out the diary. My mother’s diary. The one that only answers when it wants to. The one that showed me fragments of what was coming before I even understood them. My fingers tightened around it before I opened it. The pages that had been blank before now shimmered faintly. Then slowly, like ink bleeding through water, words began to appear.

“I handled that case myself. Jane was just a kid back then—terrified and bruised head to toe. I still feel awful every time I think of it. We believe this was premeditated murder. That’s your wife’s diary. Read it for yourself.” Even I froze when I saw that diary. I’d written it when I first learned I was pregnant. I had poured everything into it—every kick, every heartbeat, and every baby name I considered. I even wrote about how I still hoped Craig would fall in love with me again. Every word hit like a knife to the heart. Craig stared at the pages, as if he’d forgotten how to read. He went through it again and again. Finally, he said, his voice trembling, “Officer, I need to see Izzy.”

I lay on the bed, my eyes were on the ceiling, observing something that I had no idea of. My hands were rubbing my belly slowly, my breathing was stable too. A few hours left to meet uncle Josh in the café that was a few walks away from this condo. Last night I finished reading that infamous diary of his. Everything was fine, I was too. I was curious and desperate to know the identity of the woman, but I was fine. However, after putting down the diary, I wasn’t fine. I was full of disgust and hatred towards a lot of people, and those emotions kept me in bed for a long time.