Example Diary Novels & Stories

Via called, "You should be using your free time to take a break from the academics. Otherwise, you'll die a nerd." "I am not studying. It is a dear diary. You should start yours too." Her friend stopped her writing to respond. Via was aware of the purpose of a daily diary; she had read several books series of the Royal Diaries from their school library. Those kinds of fictional diaries of actual female figures royalty as a child throughout history. She was well knowledgeable of the unwritten rule that they are supposed to be personal. That means it should be a secret even from their closest friends. However, Via's curiosity wanted to read the thoughts of her friend.

I blow on my acrylics and wipe them on my robe. "Fucking bitch!" He barks stumbling out of my room. I place my foot on his backside and push giving him an extra boost out the door. "Fuck you, Maddie. I ain't paying you shit." I do my best impression of him. I slam the door shut once I hear Chad's voice. I mean shit! What was I meant to do? So what if he was paying me to blow him before I was supposed to ride him. I guess I saved myself some energy for my next client. I walk over to the large dresser where we keep our toys and pull open the medium top drawer. That's where I keep my Ipad with my daily clientele listings. I unlock it with my fingerprint and bring up the spreadsheet, scrolling d

Curious, I looked down and saw a thick notebook with a hardbound cover. I picked it up and the front page says '2016'. I opened it as I sat on my mom's bed. January 1st of 2016 Dear diary, Happy new year! I am glad to greet this year with a bang! With my husband and my lovely daughter with me? I couldn't ask for more. They're my everything.

“Sure. You've read through the whole thing right? It was part of your lawyer duties?” He nodded. “Both sides of the case read through the diary.” “And what was the first entry date of this ‘diary’?” “Two years ago.” “Did she mention that time she broke her big toe? Because that was a landmark moment in her life.” Harrington paused. Then hesitantly said, “No.”

I nod. He shows me to my desk just next to his office. It's white, with only a telephone on it. I take out my MacBook from my backpack, and my pencil case. A diary is also on the table. I open the diary to today. It's Aidan's schedule.

I take out a pen from the drawer and try to write… ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Diary It’s been long right? So long that I even forgot that I had something that I had used to track my days. I know I’m wrong over here but I know you will forgive me cause you’re the only friend that I have right now. Oh! I forgot that I have friends now. A bunch of them along with you. I have cute and hot friend Natalie. I know I don’t share much with her but she is someone who took care of me while I was sick.

I opened it, flipped through the pages, and saw the handwriting of a child. Finding a comfortable spot at a nearby table, I opened the first page of the diary. Dear Diary, Today is my first day writing to you and I'm so excited! I've always wanted to have a diary, just like my dad. He has one too, but he doesn't let me read it. I think he thinks I'm too young. But I'm almost ten years old now, so I think I can handle it. I wish my dad liked me more. He's always so busy with pack business and he never has time for me. When he does come home, he's always tired and grumpy.

“I’m Caleb. Welcome.” Then he stepped past me close enough that his cologne hit me and his arm brushed mine sending electricity straight to my clit. He walked off without another word like I was nothing. The familiar sting hit deep. Same old shit. Pretty boys never saw past my face. But I shoved it down clenching my jaw and followed Lisa to the filing cabinets. “Over here is where we keep the physical records,” Lisa said, pulling open a drawer. “Digital is on the shared drive but some clients still want paper.

I took out my phone, adjusted the angle, and snapped a quick picture of the certificate before restoring everything else to its original place. But the diary… I hesitated for only a moment before flipping it open. Its spine creaked like a dying whisper. The first pages were nothing—childish scribbles, mundane moments of her past. "Mom yelled at me today." "Isaac brought me ice cream." "Isaac played with me." So ordinary. So innocent. I almost laughed. She really had no idea what kind of world she belonged to now, did she?

Dear Diary; What a ridiculous thing to do! I have never kept a diary in my entire life. Why now? I will tell you why… I have too much to say and no one to say it to… so here it goes. My name is Zinnia, full name… that I will keep to myself. Thank you very much! I am still in bed, whilst writing in this stupid diary, I am worried about the day ahead. Dawn has not broken yet, and I wish it would never break.