Kata Kata Curhat Di Buku Diary Mga Nobela at Kwento

He had spent one book full of writing about his experience ever since he moved in this world, even when he was in the mausoleum. He didn’t think it would take at least a whole book to write all of his experience until now, but it was convenient that he happened to have bought two blank books. So when he finished writing about their return to the kingdom, Jai closed the first book and opened another one, and started writing what happened after. You can say those books were his diaries now, also a note. And he would bring them whenever he’s going away. But for now, it stayed in Barun and Miria’s house, his new home. “Meow!” Usha suddenly appeared on the windowsill, distracting him for a second

I opened the cover revealing the thin gray lines running down the first page and grabbed a pen from the cup on the left hand side of the desk. Dear Diary, I don't even know where to start considering that this will be my first time "reflecting" on what my mother would call "sinful mistakes". I don't know what the opinion of a girly ass pink diary would be on the topic but prepare yourself for the story of a lifetime. I don't want to leave out the back story and I've gotta start somewhere right, so why not at the beginning?

Samajh nahi aata main bura hu Ya meri kismat. (My own family made me So lonely, I don't get if I am bad Or my fate is) I will not say anything now as I don't want my diary to be bored because of my talks. So I will meet you later now. Bye. Dear diary. As I read the first paper of diary. I felt like someone just stabbed me on my heart. Miserable life?? Why?? Why you are so mysterious ahad??? And who left??

I looked outside through his window and realize he was still outside, i quickly pick his DIARY and open it, i ignore so many chapters and then i glanced through the date we both met "Diary, i know it has been long since i have written to you but i met this crazy girl and believe me i have never come across a girl more crazier than her " Gosh!!! this guy is really annoying How dare he call me a crazy girl?? I skipped some part but then i stopped I shouldn't be reading his diary, it is quite bad Author's POV CJ was feeling uncomfortable with Kayla following him, he wish it was Anna who was actually following him

And for almost as many years I had carried the same secret fantasy: being bent over one of these tables, skirt pushed up, mouth used until I couldn’t speak, while the rare books watched in silence. I never told anyone. I barely admitted it to myself in daylight. But after midnight, when the building belonged only to me, the fantasy sat closer to the surface. I shifted in my chair, thighs pressing together under the modest black skirt I always wore for work. The movement made the silk of my underwear brush against skin that was already too warm. I ignored it and turned another page. The soft click of the outer door lock made my head lift. Footsteps. Measured. Familiar.

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.” Private. Yeah right. The word only made my curiosity burn hotter, mixing with the ache in my cock that hadn’t gone down one bit. While he stood up to grab another bottle of whiskey from the bar cart across the room, I leaned forward quickly and clicked on the locked file. A password prompt popped up. Fuck. I tried the obvious ones fast,his book title, his name, the date on the manuscript. Nothing. Then on a hunch I typed in a phrase from one of his filthiest scenes. The file opened.

I went to keep the art supplies when I noticed something that looked like a journal or should I say diary . I shouldn’t open it, it looks private and personal but then it’s my Pack and I don’t whatever I want. Out of curiosity, I swiftly dropped the art supplies and picked the book smiling at her rough and bold hand writing … Well, that was a mistake because half of what was written in that book was an insult directed at me. “How rich of you Zara…” I whispered and I couldn’t help but smile when she wrote that my eyes looked as dark as a penguin's butt.

I can only conclude because this is not written in the diary either. "Does Duna actually know what a diary is?" I complained. After storing the ID Card and mercenary ID in the drawer, I took some packets of cookies from the cupboard and read the diary again. If I look again, the first few pages have been torn. Maybe Duna used to write a diary, but suddenly made this book into a notebook. Starting from the Xenobeast category, mercenary system, base system, to how to use guns and laser swords. January 27, 3043

Kiran said as he put the page down. “It’s just something I wrote in class,” I said. Kiran studied me for a few seconds. “Should I be worried about you, Kai?” “No,” I said with a laugh. “Seriously, Dad, we were told to write a diary page. It’s creative writing, it’s just some bullshit I wrote down.” Kiran kept looking at me and I focused on keeping my emotions neutral. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” he asked me. “Of course, Dad,” I said.

*** The hand wrote on the book with enthusiasm. The black pen against the book was something the writer had gotten accustomed to in a short period of time. He wrote down, Dear diary, For the first time, I'm convinced that I am doing the wrong thing but I can't seem to stop myself. Every passing day I have my patience deteriorating and.... He hesitated before sighing and tearing the page off. Closing the book, he threw it on the table and laid on the couch jadedly.