Journal 3 Pages Novels & Stories

Leto: the code is 3-1-2. Hurriedly, I input the code and the door of the study unlocks. It’s a bit dusty which means that the staff doesn’t even clean this place at all, there are tons of bookshelves, glass containers that store what I think are heirlooms. I approach the table carefully, there’s a red leather journal on it. It’s almost like someone deliberately planted it there for me to see. Carefully, I pick it up and flip the pages, two old newspapers fall onto the table.

She responded only to assure me she'd be happy to help with my work or offer a breather, but like Tabitha, I simply closed the window on it. I'd not been lying, either. My workload was still copious. The journals fromNight were still piled high. It was one of those labor of love gradings, where the rubric was pretty fuzzy and the grade was largely a completion score for making sincere effort. Still, breaking the book into five sections meant five journal entries, times one page each, times eighty-four students, which all told made for four hundred and twenty pages of handwritten text to skim and comment on. I tried to make sure each of them got at least a comment or two. It had been almost t

The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the emotions that came from it were too real. As she read, a gust of wind suddenly blew across the room, and the pages flipped. She was surprised, knowing that she had already closed everything. However, before she could even bother to worry about where that wind came from, she was already drawn to a section where the pages had landed. It was about a ceremony for the werewolf prince to choose his mate. The possible mates were all invited to their palace to participate in this very important event. After the ceremony, the prince would then take over the title of King.

LESLIE’S JOURNAL ENTRIES 001 ******* Dear Diary, Scratch that. Dear Journal? Well, you’re sort of pink, handmade and gotten from the roadside stall of a little girl working on some class project so maybe you're really a diary. However, I am going to pretend this is a journal and this is the beginning of me journaling my new life in a new city. I read somewhere online that it’s a therapeutic practice. For me, it’s an escape. The only way I can express myself in a world where I feel more alone than I have ever been.

He broke into the same full-body run as before and Caleb saw him coming and dropped into a crouch and the collision happened the same way, arms and coat and one small sneaker squeaking on the wet path, and Nora watched from ten feet back with her hands in her own pockets. Then Liam pulled back and held up the book and said, with complete seriousness: "Did you bring the pages?" Caleb unzipped his jacket and produced a folded set of papers, printed and neat at the edges. "Three articles," he said. "One's a bit technical but I underlined the good parts." Liam took them and examined them with the focused attention of someone receiving a professional briefing. "Thank you," he said, in the tone he

CADEN I have my journal on my lap at a campus café after a workout session at the nearby gym. You'd think I'm studying, but if you know me, you know it's the old journal I've had for eight years. Only this time I'm not putting down what I normally do in it, that is, questions for my mother about why she left me, or strategies for keeping Mad to myself. Instead, I'm writing on a new page about things I'd like to do, just like Reagan suggested.

She typed the last sentence, read it back once, and then sat for a long time looking at the screen. Two hundred and thirty-one pages. Ten months of events and observation and feeling, shaped into something that had a beginning and a middle and an end, a through-line from a waiting room that smelled like fresh paint and old money to a kitchen table on a May morning after a wedding in a garden where someone had planted flowers that came back every year.

"They were written to be read." Gabriel opened the journal carefully. The first page contained only one sentence. Power begins to decay the moment it fears accountability. He frowned. "That's not a report." "No." Michael smiled. "It's a lesson." He reached for another journal and handed it to Amara. "This one belongs to Magnus." Her hands trembled slightly as she accepted it. Unlike the others, Magnus' journal showed signs of constant use. The leather had softened with age. The corners were worn. Someone had opened it hundreds of times.

If that is the case, this mission will be really easy for me and I can go back to the present in no time. I flipped the page of the diary and saw a calendar. It was date 1950 and there were three months printed on the page. I noticed a small note on the first month, it says, "you only have three months to fulfill. If you failed, you will be stuck there forever." My breathing suddenly stopped because of what I've read. I only have three months to make Henry and Sonia fell in love with each other. How will be that possible? You can't fall in love with someone that quick! This is insane!