Kata Kata Curhat Di Buku Diary Novels & Stories

Noah let out a light chuckle, then turned back to me. “Your secret weapon?" “Yeah, it’s her diary.” I said like I was trying to convince him. “Your secret weapon is a stupid book?” “It’s a diary.” “Like I said, a stupid book?” I rolled my eyes, then began to read the diary. “The only thing you would be seeing is rants, gossip and probably a wishlist of things she wants.” Noah said as he started the car and began to drive home.

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

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

Yet, there was an unmistakable presence that lingered behind. My eyes immediately landed on the disarray of belongings scattered around—a half-folded sweater draped over a chair, a pen precariously close to rolling off the edge of the desk, and a small leather book shoved clumsily behind a lamp. As I stepped closer, curiosity got the best of me. I pulled the book out, brushing away a thin layer of dust that had settled on top. It was a diary—Reya's diary. My heart dropped. I opened it carefully, flipping through the pages filled with notes from class, doodles of flowers and strange symbols, and the margins packed with her thoughts—snippets of poetry, quotes she adored, and random observation

" I said then got up to serve a customer who just arrived. Peter left the bar to go watch a football match at the London cinema. There were few customers in the bar and I was tired of studying. Registration for the Senior Secondary School Examination I missed will commence in a month. From the cookies I have been selling at the bar, I was able to raise a quarter of the money. My mother would complete the rest and God knows I have been praying we have enough. I took out a pen from my notebook and resolved to writing. The parcel Dr. Amrah gave me as a birthday gift was a large Diary of almost a thousand pages and a dozen pen. I knew what it meant. She wanted me to keep writing. I brought the d

Such a noisy person! Kate's pov I left the bed and got to where I kept the diary and sat down. I opened the first page which wasn't important and flipped to the second page. " A man was killed in kastina state with a trailer. He's been taking to the mortuary now" I turned and saw the news on TV. Oh! What a poor man! I turned to the diary and focused on it. "Will late be able to take this if she finds out what's happening around her?"She wrote and I arched my brow confused.

Second page had another small nore ," Hey dear diary , you know what I am really lazy but i still wanted to wrie down some important things and moments i wanna remeber so i am not gonna talk to you daily . I will talk to you only when i have beans to spill . Otherwise my life is boring you won't be interested at all ,Don't mind . Cynthia smiled reading the note she suspected whoever this Natasha is she is really kinda funny . Cynthia then turned to page 3 , there was still no daily update it was another small note actually kinda big . "Okay I was just about to pack you up , but then I thought I should introduce you to myself . My name is Natasha warraich . I know you saw it on the first pag

It was a kind of motivational story that She finds interesting and motivated in this kind of scenario. After ten minutes, Akshadh completed writing and he placed the diary in the table as usual. Janu was completely immersed in the book. She was not interested in reading his love personal diary. Every day while cleaning the room, she had a glance at the diary but she never opened it. It is more than enough to get hurt him every day and didn't want to get hurt by reading that in his absence. Akshadh took long steps and took his bike key. He informed his maa and went out.

It's been a day and the man didn't even say a single word to me, yes he insulted me and called me a gold digger. Whenever I tried to make conversation, he will only get nod or hum. It's only been a day and I am already starting to feel lonely. I had habit of writing diary occasionally when I feel I need something to let out. I looked at the A4 size diary in my hand. This will be my friend in this now lonely life of mine. I purposely bought new diary. I wanted to start of her new life with this new diary. I had already left everything behind. So my old diary. I thought for a moment. I couldn't decide the title of my diary. Finally I decided and write on the front of diary.

I'm crying now, I don't want to face him anymore. Love, Vienna Who is the guy I refer to on every page of this diary? Who is the bug I'm calling? Is he my friend's nickname before? July 16, 201* Dear Diary; It's been a few weeks since I haven't written to you and told you about what happened in my day. Because there was a problem here at home and I just feel sad every time I think about it. Do you need to know more? Do I need to tell you more?