Dirty Diaries Novels & Stories

I wave him goodbye, he checks his noodle hair in the mirror and leaves. There is not much work. There is never much work. I sit in front of the laptop and check my F******k account. F******k is boring when you’re dating the prettiest girl there will ever be. I don’t want to, but I still end up doing what I’ve been avoiding since morning. I fetch the diary from my drawer and open it. RD.

He grabbed all the diaries and threw them at my feet. Suddenly, all the diaries started flying around me. They were circling around me. My eyes went wide as the diaries started burning. In no time, all the diaries were turned into ashes. There was a spark of blue light literally standing in front of me. I gasped loudly as that spark threw itself on me. I was expecting unbearable pain. But inside, my body absorbed that spark.

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

I WANT YOU DIANE MAX (FL) — 21YRS NICHOLAS JAX (ML) — 26YRS NICHOLAS The sound of my own grunts filled the empty room, raw and unfiltered. My body was tense, my hand moving faster over my shaft, chasing that sweet edge. I could see her in my head—Diane—like she was standing right in front of me. Naked. Teasing. Her perfect ass swallowed the thin strip of her panties, her breasts straining against a bra that looked seconds away from surrender.

She felt helpless and weak, and the thought of not being able to save her best friend was driving her crazy. Suddenly, her hand hit something underneath the bed; she first paid no attention until she heard the metal clank from the shift. Double-minded, she pulled it out, her eyes landing on a rusty old metal with a yellow drawing. Memories from college swamped her mind; she had one, too. She and Mireille called it their secret diary, only that it contained everything. Lifting the lid off, she wiped her face with the back of her palm before searching through them. Most were old notes from herself, Mireille’s late parents, and her first love.

ELIAS ... I walked into the room, tired cause it's been a long damn day, and I didn't wanted any shit anymore, but what did I see there?.... I see some no good nobody having the damn gut to snoop into my stuff...my fucking diary, without having a second thought, and any foresight in his empty skull "What the fucking hell..."

And the monster’s victory is so complete, it leaves you wondering if you’re reading the journal of the victim… or the secret, proud biography of the victor. Then, after a long pause, Adam lifted the diary again. His thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” he whispered. And he opened the diary. ——— Episode 20 – Pool Party The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of chlorine and expensive perfume. Mason’s name was scrawled across the front in a looping, feminine hand. He slit it open with a thumb, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to the delicate stationery. Inside, on a cardstock the color of a summer sky, were the words:

'' I smiled even more and walked pass her. When I returned to my room, the bag I got from my old apartment caught my attention. I walked towards it and opened it. I got to the bottom and took out the diaries. The first one was dark blue with some colourful stikers on it and the second one was glittery pink. I decided to open the first one and take a look at it.

Diana took the opportunity to end the conversation and left without noticing Maddie's sulky expression. As soon as she stepped out the door, Diana took out her phone and logged into the university forum. The top trending topic was indeed Luke's drunken collapse on the street, and Diana burst out laughing when she saw the photo. Who took that photo? She wanted to give them a thumbs-up! Luke was sprawled out among a pile of garbage, covered in dirt and vomit on his face. He looked so disgusting that he could have been mistaken for a homeless person. The replies to the post were equally hilarious.

Enjoy the journey ............. Emily POv : I was rearranging my cupboard, sorting through the piles of clothes and forgotten items, my fingers brushed against something unexpected—a diary. My diary. I paused, feeling a rush of memories flood back at the sight of the worn, weathered cover. It had been so long since I last laid eyes on it, tucked away amidst the clutter of my belongings. With curiosity, I retrieved the diary from its hiding place, feeling the weight of years past in my hands. As I flipped through its pages, the familiar scrawl of my own handwriting greeted me, each entry a window into moments long gone but not forgotten.