Romans & histoires Human Diary

I then closed the diary, put my children to bed, and joined my husband beneath the covers. When my husband got on top of me, he said, "Your body is Soo warm." Ultimately, we had sex all night long. My life has been knowing happiness in my husband's house. I thought everything will be like this forever, not knowing it was marking another saga ahead. A saga I wasn't prepared for. A SAGA THAT INVOLVES THE SECRETS IN MY DIARY.

“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.”

He should carve his precious friendship on the pages of his notebook. He took out his bag under the bed, dragging it out to look for his diary. He took out a diary, cherry blossom painted on its cover, which made it look a little girlish. A white ribbon wrapped around to keep it secure. His personal diary he wrote. He started writing this two years ago after a multimillionaire man, Mr. Dayholt, adopted him. He wrote about everything that happened in that mansion where he kept him for these two years so vividly that one could simply picture the moments as they read.

Stephen was taller and had a body frame that we could classify as 'built' so my view of what lay ahead in the spacious, antiseptic room was shielded at first, then revealed to me in a single motion. At first I didn't see anything special until my eyes landed on the small girl propped into a sitting position on the bed, her pen working speedily at penning words on a writing material that looked more like a diary. I felt like I was going to faint. AN: Now don't forget to comment and give me feedback. You know I love you as well. Please stay safe, fresh and avoid crowds till the next chapter my gees. Love, ✌illusionistic.

I don't need anyone's permission, that's it. I turned the first page and started reading it: "Dear diary, Hi... This is me Ivana. Ivana Williams, sixteen now. I bought you with the money I earned from the first ever salary I got in my life from tutions. You're not only a diary, but also now my friend after Miya.

my head is still filled with this insane images and I didn't need some boy problems now the locker room was empty when I got there, perfect just what I needed , silence. I sat down slowly, my hands trembling slightly as I opened my bag. the diary was still there, staring at the cover, the bright colors, the stickers filled it front and back, the pink, purple, blue, white, red, all the fucking colors you can think of, it was her, literally and metaphorically her, it was supposed to be filled with adventures and names of friends but instead it corrupted with one persons name, it's so sickening how someone turned something so bright to something so dark, my hands tightens around the book , tear

It's my husband's dairy and ahad didn't hide anything from me till now so - I thought . I am already warning you and afterwards if you regret don't come for help ok bye - spoke consy. I will not regret and bye huhh - I thought. I quickly locked the door and sat with the diary on bed by crossing my legs. And opened the first page of it. A photo fell from the diary. It was the picture of A boy and A girl.The boy is ahad as I have seen his young adult pictures. And the girl I really don't know.I kept the photo on table and started reading the first page of diary.

Without hesitation, I grabbed the most eye-catching photo frame and smashed it to the ground. To my surprise, a hidden compartment lay behind it. Inside, a small wooden box sat neatly in place. I stared at it for a long moment before opening it. Inside was a medical report and an old diary, its pages yellowed with age. The report listed my personal info, my blood type bolded like it was the only thing that mattered. I flipped through the diary, watching the handwriting evolve from messy scrawls to steady, confident strokes.

I walked over and picked it up and Adrian made a noise like he was going to stop me but I opened it anyway. The first page had Sophia's name and a date from three years ago and the pages were filled with her handwriting, paragraphs of tiny neat words. "This is her diary," I said. "That's not—" Adrian stopped. "I thought that was a work journal." "It's her diary." I flipped through and saw they were all dated, all personal entries about her life and thoughts. I turned to the last entry and my blood went cold when I saw the date. The day before she died.

“Life is a story. Document every day. From Mom to her precious Salvatore.” I freeze on reading the words. This was Sal’s diary?? It seems personal, yet I can’t stop my fingers from opening the first page. The first page is covered in scribbles and small pen sketches of anime characters and fight scenes from some kind of animation. I run my fingers over the messy but beautiful page, and a bitter smile splits my face when I realise that I am staring into the heart of a young boy… The boy he was… before he became the man he is.