Dirty Diaries Novels & Stories

"Jackpot." I grinned. What better way to know a person's deep, dark secret than through their diary? And with how hidden this one was, there had to be some dirty little secrets. Some recent dirty secrets because the last date was just a few months ago. I sat down on the floor and began reading the first entry. Some minutes and some pages later, I was already getting bored out of my mind. It was just the usual stuff of how her day went and what somebody did to hurt her. Boring drama but no juicy story.

**David’s POV** Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again. I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.

I walk to the door to check if it's locked. After checking it twice, I move to the window and lock it before losing the curtains. I look around to see if everything is set. And yes, we are good to read! I run to the cupboard and take the diary out. This diary smells like old times. I brush it a few times while walking to my bed. I lay in the most comfortable reading position I can find before opening the diary. 'Rily Dencer.' I turn the page and see a picture of a young girl. The picture has become yellow because of time maybe but still can't hide the beautiful lady beneath it.

She has plans of making the house hell for David, that way she could stay in it with her husband alone. That plan has not been going well, since David goes to school and stays in his room when he’s back. Until they are having dinner, so she barely sees him. It was a Tuesday afternoon, Gracie was alone in the house. David wasn’t home, his father has gone to work. Her clit was throbbing and her pussy was pulsating. She was in her room, stripped naked touching her pussy. She shoved two fingers inside her pussy, curling them as she pressed her hard nipple. She thrusted her fingers fast stretching and fucking herself hard, moaning softly.

I saw a black diary. Don't touch it... don't touch it... I opened it ignoring the voice of my conscious. It was an old diary... I started flipping its pages. A photo fell from the diary. I stared at the photo.. God knows how long. It was s picture of a beautiful woman. I guessed it was her mom as their features were the same. Her head was covered with a peach color scarf and her lips had the most beautiful smile. Daniyal was a carbon copy of his mom...except he had black eyes like me and his mom had honey-brown eyes.

" 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 combination made me moan into his hand as I came. Then he fucked me against the dryer, the machines rumbling loudly to cover the sounds of skin slapping and my muffled cries. Oliver joined later in my room after Mom went to bed. We tried to be quiet, but the bed still creaked as he took me slow and deep, whispering filthy things about how full of cum I’d been all day. Wednesday…..

What is written inside it? She did not sleep. She sat at her small desk with her laptop open and the cursor blinking in an empty search bar and thought about where you even begin when what you are looking for has no name and no shape and the only person who knows anything about it is a girl who tried to kill you four hours ago. She typed: dark journal occult. Deleted it. Typed: ancient journals with hidden locations. Deleted that too. She pushed back from the desk and pressed her palms flat on her knees and stared at the ceiling.

❄️ Final Breakdown Daniel’s eyes turned cold instantly. He pushed Sonia away harshly. Sonia fell and got burned by hot coffee. A painful gasp escaped her lips. “Get out.” No emotion. No mercy. After she left, Daniel locked the door. Then he walked into the washroom. Turned on the shower. And stood under the water, scrubbing his skin hard… as if trying to erase something invisible. His voice echoed softly— “Only you… baby.” “My body should carry only your presence.” ❤️

They were the kind of photos you took when you couldn’t help yourself, when you needed to keep a piece of someone even when they weren’t close enough to touch. My chest tightened. Mixed in were scraps—one of my hair ties, a napkin I remembered doodling hearts on, a movie ticket stub from a night I’d thought I’d spent alone. A hundred tiny, useless things I’d touched and forgotten, but he hadn’t. I found a notebook, too. Flipping it open, my breath caught. Pages and pages of messages he’d written but never sent—confessions, dirty little fantasies, lists of things he loved about me, things he wanted to do to me, fears he’d never say out loud.