Human Diary Novels & Stories

With trembling hands, I approached it, my fingers brushing against the rough wood. With a creak, I lifted the lid, revealing a treasure trove of forgotten memories. Among the yellowed pages and faded photographs, my gaze landed on a leather-bound diary. It was weathered with time, its once vibrant cover now worn and aged. I knew instinctively that this diary held the answers we had been searching for.

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")

His eyes fell on the old worn out diary which was in Sheharzaad's hands. "I'm fine," she said with a smile, "I'm just here... to give you something... so you can live again," Haider frowned, "what?" She handed over the diary to him. "This is from Jaha Ara... to you," Sheharzaad forwarded the diary to him before standing up and taking her leave. She reached near the door when she slightly turned towards him, who was staring at the diary with confusion and then his eyes met with Sheharzaad's.

“Yes. She gave it to my grandmother after she passed away and then my grandmother passed it to my mother and my mother passed it to me.” “Interesting,” Merfoy uttered while drinking his cup of tea. He seemed unsurprised at all. “That was my great-grandmother’s diary.” Geuron handed it to King Ciaran as if he wanted him to read it. King Ciaran was a bit confused why the boy handed it to him instead of Merfoy or the other two. Ciaran look around and everyone was waiting for him to read it. He opened the booklet and saw handwriting in mistral. Some words were erased, but the words were clear because of the tinted black ink used. Half of the pages were torn, it was obviously scraped out of the b

UNKNOWN DIARYYY, Just her mere presence in my vicinity, and I can already feel myself becoming strongerrr. I saw her naked body today, Diary… she was taking a shower, wanted to get rid of all the dirt she had on her from packing or so she said. I could see her through the walls, Diary —lots of demons like me do this to unsuspecting girls all over the world who manage to catch our attention, you know? — And you have no idea how I wished she could sense my presence, but I’m not that strong yet!

If she was Korean, I might still have the chance but hello! Mabuti na lang Senior didn’t wrote her diary on Japanese, she gives me the vibe of being an otaku dahil she have the same title and name of a famous romance anime! I could help but silently face palm my forehead. Senior, what were you thinking… I could help but lampooned. I took a breath and started reading the diary. It was a total of three pages.

Loosening his tie, Robert murmured, “Honey’s been so edgy ever since Theodore came. What did that bastard do?” “You saying something?” “It’s nothing!” He smiled awkwardly. Zheira didn’t mind them. She was busy scrolling through the files on her iPhone. Her finger stopped at the only untitled document. When she opened it, she realized it was her diary. The dates told her she wrote it back when she was seven years old. A certain entry caught her attention. At the very top of the short letter was an italicized word that says, ‘zhezhe 2010.’

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.

"I only play to win." Taehyung leaned back in his chair, the grin on his face softening as he swirled the drink in his hand. "You remember the night I told you about her diary? That ridiculous little book where she poured out everything—her thoughts, her fears, her guilt," he said, his tone laced with both amusement and admiration. Macro nodded, his own smirk growing. "Yeah, I remember. She practically wrote an instruction manual on how to control her."

I saw a black diary. Don't touch it... don't touch it... I opened it ignoring the voice of my conscious. It was an old diary... I started flipping its pages. A photo fell from the diary. I stared at the photo.. God knows how long. It was s picture of a beautiful woman. I guessed it was her mom as their features were the same. Her head was covered with a peach color scarf and her lips had the most beautiful smile. Daniyal was a carbon copy of his mom...except he had black eyes like me and his mom had honey-brown eyes.