Novel & Cerita Diário

Ken had seized it from her one night she rushed in after dinner with the claim that it obstructed their family time. "I'll never let you go this time." Dake unbuttoned her shirt and tucked the material in. Dale went ahead and finished up, she was done and sat down wondering why each day, the chores never reduced. It was always constant stress. She picked her book and found her last statements before the book was snatched from her. "Hi my diary." were her last words. She ignored with a smile and flipped through the pages of the book. "Yuck, I wrote this?" she droolled at her clumsy younger self. Her face stretched back to seriousness. She had seen the first words she wrote in that. She rememb

Abigail's room, the laundry room, the balcony, he searched everywhere, but there was no sign of Flavia. Gladwin tried to calm himself down. He searched for his phone and intended to call Flavia. His phone must be on the nightstand, where Flavia usually placed it after charging. Sure enough, his phone was there. Right on top of an old diary that Gladwin recognized. The diary was covered in leather with the initials "F.Q" carved on it, specially made by a craftsman acquaintance of his. The paper inside was also custom-made at his friend's printing press, featuring butterfly illustrations with the initials "F.Q" beautifully drawn in the bottom right corner. Gladwin believed there was no other d

Chapter 2 Alex’s POV “What’s that one?” I asked again, my finger still hovering near his on the trackpad, heart pounding from more than just the way his hand gripped my thigh. “Real Story? Come on Damien, you can’t drop something like that and expect me not to wonder.” Damien’s eyes narrowed but that hungry look stayed locked on me. He pulled his hand back slowly, fingers dragging along my leg like he hated letting go. “It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.”

She tried to write but the only line she could manage was 'you can't destroy me because I destroy myself'. She groaned aloud in her room as she crumpled up the paper and chucked it across her bedroom. She slammed her head down against her desk, letting it rest there with her eyes shut. She couldn't even write anymore because every time she tried to, she would be reminded that all of those personal and private letters she had wrote for herself, they weren't just for herself. She was left like an open and vulnerable book for Leo to secretly be reading.

I stared at his near-lifeless corpse for a few minutes, then shimmied out of bed, cleaned myself up, threw on jeans, a t-shirt, sandals, and drove down to the local all-night coffee shop, “The Daily Grind.” Grabbing a decaf mocha with whipped cream and chocolate syrup, I sat at a corner table and flipped through a dog-eared newspaper. If someone described me then, they’d say: 21-ish blonde, long hair over my shoulders, nice D-cup breasts, cute face that looks good without makeup, good legs, and a vaguely pissed-off look.

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