Example Diary Novels & Stories

She hanged the call and I dropped the phone, my heart elated. I was super happy and excited and went back to my diary, opening up a new page and writing on it. Dear Diary, Today I had sex-with a girl and it was one of the best things ever… I wrote down every single detail of how I felt, the times I cummed and the nasty words that I moaned out loud while she stroked my body on all mannerisms. Yours truly,Diane. I heaved a sigh of relief when I was done and laid back on the couch, still naked.

He rubbed her hair playfully, gently mussing the strands like he used to when they were kids. “Really?” she grinned, sitting cross-legged on her bed. “Okay… if you say so. But I can tell you mine.” She beamed, reaching for a thick leather diary. “I used to keep memos, you know? I’d write down everything I enjoyed. The places I loved, food I liked, people I met. Kinda old school.” Iden sat down beside her, intrigued despite himself. Her glittering eyes—so full of life—reminded him of someone else.

and I'm still celebrating it alone like I did the previous year. Although , the weather looks good enough for my comfort today. But the wind has failed to take my pain away along with it.' He flipped through the many pages, and as he was about to close it up due to how much her words were piercing through his heart–The words in this diary were like a sharp edge of a dagger. As he was about to close it, his eyes fell on a particular date that gripped his attention. This date was a very special one to him , although he never showed that he really cared about it but it was. November 14, Strange Weather. ' It's strange, isn't it? I woke up with a groggy body today. What's more, it's raining and

Callie’s POV I closed the door and opened my suitcase where I had kept my diary and after taking it out I went and sat down on the bed. I was shocked at what had happened today but when I looked at the picture hidden inside my diary, tears came flowing down. It was our family picture which was taken when I was four, mom, Dad, and Jayden were smiling so happily and I was laughing gleefully. I was very young when I lost them but when my grandmother gave me this dairy a long time back before I even dreamt of becoming an architect, I had gone through her dairy and came to know that her dream project was to build up a charitable hospital and old age home for the needy.

I had my journal in my hand, somehow I felt a new need to hold on to it everywhere I went. I was with Damien, though I was bruised all over, it was easy to hide the pain. Besides, I was used to being flogged. We were talking about something that made me laugh so hard. It was actually a comedy skit we watched. I almost lost balance, my journal scattered on the ground. I was embarrassed, more embarrassed because the name "Annabelle Steele" was written boldly on its front page.

“Hello, I’m Mariana, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please don’t be mad at Marylin, she’s been nothing but an angel to me, if it weren’t for her, I’m not sure I would have been able to return home.” “No problem,” Dana said. “I can never be mad at her for helping you.” “Thank you!” Mariana went in again and returned shortly with a small book in her hand. She gave it to me and before I knew it, the little book began to expand and increase in size until it was just the right fit for me. It had the words ‘DIARY’ written in front of it. “It’s a magic diary,” she told me. “I’m sorry,” I told her. “I’m going to have to refuse this, I could never keep track or even keep a diary.”

Sam made a mental note to give it to Diana the first thing in the morning. Sam didn't want to be nosy but he was curious at what she had written. He promised himself that he wouldn't look to further. He just went and found a candle and a matchbox in his shelf , he then locked the room's door and sat on the chair. He lit the candle and opened Diana's diary. Nothing was written on it. Sam took the diary and shoved it near the fire. The diary didn't catch fire. Sam again opened the diary and everything was visible. Proud of his work, Sam started reading.

*** Far off in a part of the big city of Los Angeles, Diane Donaldson was scribbling relentlessly on a pocket diary as sorrow filled her heart. She felt footsteps closing in on her and quickly hid the diary to safety. Liam walked in with a bright smile on his face; Diane rushed out to him and hugged him tightly, smiling pleasantly at him. " I guess your day has been splendid?" He said looking into her memorizing eyes. " Of course, my day couldn't have been terrific except that I burnt my sausages In the course of making some rolls out of it". Liam laughed wholeheartedly and she punched him playfully.

Bakit ang tagal kong mamatay. Kahapon ay sinubukan kong mag patiwakal ngunit pinigilan ako ng aking ina. Meron ako ngayong sariling apartment at tiyak akong wala ng makaka pigil pa sa minimithi ko. Natapos akong mag sulat sa diary ng mapansin kong malalim na pala ang gabi. Sinimulan ko lang namang gawin ang diary na yun ay pakiramdam ko malapit ng akong kainin ng anxiety ko.

* Dear Diary Day 5: It's been two days since I last wrote an update here, but you can't possibly blame me, I've been enjoying my best life here and thankfully I do have a lot to tell... Well.... the last two days were extremely fun, firstly, I never really told you about how things were at home, so I'm gonna start from there. For starters, my room was now two times it's original size, meaning more closet space, more room to put stuff and the perfect size to have the best sleepover, I'm so excited. Not that I'm saying there was anything wrong with how it was before but I've always kind of wanted the extra space, you know.