Lovely Diaries Novels & Stories

I sat there for a long moment, thighs pressed together around the sticky evidence of him, pulse already quickening again. I showered quickly, the water running hot over the faint marks his mouth and hands had left. The robe was soft, expensive, and far too big. I tied it tight and padded downstairs barefoot. The kitchen smelled of coffee. Lila sat at the island in pajamas, swinging her legs, a bowl of cereal in front of her. Damien stood at the counter, pouring coffee, looking perfectly composed. Lila’s eyes lit up when she saw me. “Cathy! You’re wearing Daddy’s robe.”

She felt helpless and weak, and the thought of not being able to save her best friend was driving her crazy. Suddenly, her hand hit something underneath the bed; she first paid no attention until she heard the metal clank from the shift. Double-minded, she pulled it out, her eyes landing on a rusty old metal with a yellow drawing. Memories from college swamped her mind; she had one, too. She and Mireille called it their secret diary, only that it contained everything. Lifting the lid off, she wiped her face with the back of her palm before searching through them. Most were old notes from herself, Mireille’s late parents, and her first love.

A girl in her late teens won't be admiring the nature, but would be enjoying in pubs but my Serena in her free time used to sit infront of this big rose plants and jolt down her heart. With little shaky hands I opened her diary, to only be greeted by her neat hand writing which stated: Serena Loves Daniel Forever. A warm feeling coaxed inside me as I ran my fingers over our names. This girl loved me to mention about us on the very first page then why will she leave me? But why is her diary hidden here? Maybe she found it more convenient to keep her personal thoughts in between her favourite plant. Before I can turn the pages further, the breeze blew them up, and halted in between where a vis

She's beautiful with dark hair cascading in waves, brown eyes that seem kind even in paint, a gentle smile, and delicate features. I know who this is before I read the plaque. Saskia Bloodmoon. Queen. Beloved. Beloved by whom? Not Valerian. He rejected her. I move deeper into the room and see more personal items—books on a nightstand and a half-finished embroidery hoop. And on the desk, a diary. Leather-bound and well-worn with pages yellowed with age. I shouldn't read it. This is private and sacred. My hands are opening it before I can stop myself.

Keep shining my beautiful baby girl. This was getting weirder and weirder. I opened the diary and began reading: "My dear princess, On this day,the 25th of Augus 1995,I had thought of keeping a diary for you to reflect on for years to go.I wanted it to be one that you would thoroughly enjoy me reading to you.I swe us reading it togther years to come and I would be so proud of you my love that.As I stare at your little fit it's a wonder how you were able to come out of me but you did and that had made me the happiest mother in the whole world and I cant wait to see you grow but I do want to be with you in every moment of your life.You are such a light to both your father and I and you would m

Because they chose it while it lasted. They felt it fully and they walked away knowing exactly what it was. Chloe looked down at the diary again, her expression calmer now, more settled. “I liked this one,” she said simply. “Messy, wrong, intense as hell… but still somehow… honest.” Her fingers tapped lightly against the page as she moved forward. “…yeah,” she added under her breath. “That one stays with you. Let's see what comes next” ______ Episode 28 – Locker Room Lust

There was her rose-scented perfume, a stuffed animal she had liked since she was a kid, some colouring pencils, some bracelets, 5 shirts, a diary and just a couple of other things. I sat down, crossing my legs and took up the diary, curious to see what was in there. I opened through the pages and it was mostly just her colored drawings. It made me smile because she was the only one I knew who would get a diary and proceed to turn it into a colouring book. I flipped through a few pages and then came across an actual writing. Isabelle Idk, but I think I'm in love with S. I hope nobody finds this though cause it's kinda awkward for me to write in it. But like me and S better end up together. Al

She had only seen Levian three times this month, all of which were brief glances that didn’t include a word. A bitter smile twitched at the corner of her lips. This was the first time she had fallen in love with someone, and it was so tiring. After returning to her room, Luna took a book secured with a password from the drawer and flipped through the pages. It was her diary. She recorded all sorts of special events over the years, but without realizing it, the diary had become a collection of love letters for Levian. Luna took a pen, and expressed her love for Levian. The moonlight cast a warm luster on her, and she smiled happily as she wrote.

I immediately knew that it was all Mireya's. "I will leave you to it," Adrian left me alone with the box filled with sketchbooks, drawings, diaries, and a lot of personal diaries. I took the first diary of 2008 as I stared at it. She has been writing in her diary since she was eight years old. I looked at the last diary 2022, the current year. Jan 2008 Hey Violet,

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