Elena Gilbert Diary Novels & Stories

"Funny. I don't remember our English syllabus including chapters about a guy breaking his knuckles for you, Gilbert. Should I be flattered, or should I charge you royalties for using my life story as your muse?" ​Eloise’s face instantly went scorching hot, and she looked down at the keys, her hands balling into fists. "Shut up, Weller. I can write about whatever I want." ​"Oh, I see how it is," I continued, my voice dropping into a softer, lower register that completely stripped away the teasing edge, replacing it with a sudden, heavy gravity. I reached out, my uninjured left hand gently sliding over her hands on the keys, stopping her from pulling away. "The girl who acts like she can't sta

Below the photograph, four typed words: Don't come back for them. And below that, a number — Cooper Hale's direct line. Nothing else. Elena sat at Margot's kitchen table in Geneva on a cold November morning and she looked at the photograph for a long time. She looked at the woman laughing. At the child with his fists in the air. At the man holding the woman's hand with the easy certainty of someone who had stopped performing and arrived, finally, at the thing itself.

While Vernon was busy receiving praises, Viola and I indulged in an eye staring battle. An heir? How? Oh how blind I have been! How foolish I was not to have noticed her sudden presence lurking around Vernon like a shadow. The tears welling up in my eyes were fighting its way out. My jaws trembled as I struggled to keep the tears in. I couldn’t hold back anymore and pushed out of my seat, racing for the exit. “Elena,” Vernon’s voice halted me. The hall went silent and I felt their gaze on me. ‘Not this time, Vernon. Your voice can’t keep me in this room this time,’ I thought. In a swift motion, I swung the door open and rushed out. I headed back to my room where I went down on my knees, lett

Then, under a loose floorboard near the vanity, she found it: A diary. She opened it gently. The first page was signed in Ellen’s familiar, flowing script. “They don’t know what he makes me feel. I ache when he’s away. And when he’s near—oh, I burn. We’ve been intimate again and again, and I love every second of it.” Eva’s heart stopped. Another page:

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

she spat, and her fist landed hard on the dressing table. “I have to think. I must destroy that woman.” She glared at her reflection. “Ma’am, may I come in?” Her thoughts were interrupted by a tentative knock. “What do you want?”Eliana snapped, and the maid flinched. “I’m sorry to disturb you, ma’am. We found this in Mr. Smith’s car.” The maid held out a slim book, a diary, by the look of it. Eliana snorted, opening the door brusquely. “Leave it.”

Elena simply replied lightly. Her voice was very cold. She was not intentionally directing her anger at her aunts, however, Elena was in a state of confusion right now. This was because Elena had been sitting with Gerald just now. Therefore, Elena had happened to see the contents of a text message that Gerald received on WeChat. It was a text message sent by a girl named Mila, and she was asking Gerald to accompany her to have dinner. After that, Gerald had lied to her and told her that he was actually at the university before he had left in a hurry.

I kept running. Afraid to turn around I just kept going. Once you start running there is no turning back. Not for me anyway. You may ask yourself what is so terrifying to be running from. Shut this book and run far away as I am if you aren't ready for this. My story is far from the "perfect life". My name is Elena Winters and this is my not so perfect story. "Elena get up! Elena! I want breakfast" I opened my eyes to see my 4 year old brother jumping on my bed.

Dear Diary, My first day at college did not go as expected to say the least. My roommate is a little odd, I mean she literally has barely said two words to me. Her name is Annabelle and I think she's like a pre-law major or some shit. Classes haven't even started and I haven't seen her take her eyes off the thick ass textbooks she already bought. I had tried multiple times to start a decent conversation but she seemed less than interested.

Ellen assured as she ended the call. The elevator doors opened, and Alex hurried to her table. He had a disturbed look on his face. Rising to her feet, Ellen asked, "What’s wrong, Mr. Gilbert? Did something happen downstairs?" "Nothing happened downstairs, Ms. Grater," Alex assured her, continuing to say, "Did you forget to give Mr. Warner any documents?" At the mention of Leo, Ellen’s heart began to beat frantically. "Documents? Not at all; I put together all the ones he asked for," she replied.