Kata Kata Curhat Di Buku Diary Novels & Stories

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

If she was Korean, I might still have the chance but hello! It's a good thing Senior didn't write her diary in Japanese, she gives me the vibe of being an otaku because she has 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 be lampooned. I took a breath and started reading the diary. It was a total of three pages.

he ignored my question and called the server. “Do you have anything spicy here?” “Um...like what?” “Never mind, Do you have French fries?” “Yes.” “I will bring it.” When the server left, he turned to me. “Then what’s that note? Any study stuffs.” “It’s my diary. I will write about myself and my daily life. But I don’t feel like writing it anymore” “Why?” he said without taking his eyes off me. “Cause nothing good happens in my life, so why should I have one. I want life to be happy, interesting with a little of passion, adventure, love which I never found.”

At least be kind for just this time and let me be happy, even though I've turned into a floating spirit) Shasha opened again the diary that Alliando left behind, sheet after sheet. The writing is still beautiful .. Even so beautiful that he is often asked to make posters or lesson summaries. "But I hate that." She muttered, cupping her head on her knees. She hated it because it was also that pretty writing that had filled her textbooks with ridicule and insults. Absurd .. All of this is absurd .. She pulled on her hair anxiously. It felt like her head would explode if it continued like this. Too many things suddenly come to the surface. Even this was the seventh day she couldn't really fall

she curiously asked. “Uhm... That was a journal, baby. Your personal diary... I mean, if you grow old someday, you will realize things... Things that you couldn’t ask to another person because you will be afraid or scared to make them think that you are weird or something... So if ever that you have some questions about yourself and you don’t know whom to ask it, you can write it down in here...” “Really? Will I be able to find the answer then?” “Maybe... As time passes by, if you read the first pages of this diary, you will finally be able to answer that question all by yourself. It’s because you already experienced it... That’s when you realize that you finally grow a lot over the long per

I whispered to myself. I walked toward my drawer and sat on the rug in front of it. My fingers trembled as I pulled it open and brought out my diary. The dark blue leather cover looked worn already from how much I had been writing in it lately. It had become the only place where I could truly say everything I was too scared to say out loud. I opened it slowly and stared at the last page I had written. Then I picked up my pen. “ Dear diary, Today was beautiful and horrible…then it became beautiful again but I’m not sure how I feel write now”.

Adam closed the diary slowly, his thumb still pressed between the pages as if he hadn’t fully decided whether to let the story go. For a moment, he just sat there, staring at the worn cover. “Damn, Mark…” he muttered under his breath. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling through his nose, not shocked exactly but unsettled in a way that lingered. This wasn’t just some wild fantasy written for effect. It read as something lived. Something processed after the fact. And that made it heavier.

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")

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

It was filled with wolf laws, training with Malachi, stories about Karani, my mother. I took out a more recent diary and started reading it, it was about magic and cutting out my liver. I closed the book abruptly. I let someone cut out a piece of my liver. This was too weird. I should read them all, get to know me but it felt like reading someone else’s private words. I closed the drawer and put the key back under the desk.