Novel & Cerita Lovely Diaries

she said, but Adi didn’t look convinced. Daria sighed reading his expression “I know it isn’t but nothing is normal in love” she explained, “I got to spend time with Nicholas and I found out that her want the rich spoilt womanizer I thought he was” she continued explaining. “Nicholas is different he has a hard exterior but is sweet and soft on the inside” she continued trying to convince him. “You look so happy, that’s all that matters to me”, Adi finally gave a positive reaction. “I just want you to be happy, even though it’s suspicious at least you are happy and you love and he loves you” he said with a half smile.

The first image nearly knocks the air out of my lungs. A woman. Beautiful. Fierce. Eyes sharp with intelligence and sorrow. Blue fire dancing effortlessly in her hands like it belongs there. And in her arms. A baby. My breath goes shallow. That is not a legend. That is a memory. I turn the page. And freeze. This is not a history book. It’s a diary. Handwritten entries. Personal notes. Dates. Emotions bleeding through ink. Why would a woman’s diary be locked away in the forbidden section of the academy library.

I snapped the book shut, completely losing my mind in a fit of genuine howling laughter. “Elijah?” Jasper asked, his face twisting in disgust. “As in Elijah Brooks? The golden boy?” “The one and only,” I wheezed, wiping a tear from my eye. “This girl is writing an erotica about Kingsborough’s favorite little choir boy. Oh, this is pure gold. This is blackmail heaven.” “Who is it?” Silas asked. His voice was terrifyingly calm but there was a dangerous edge to it now. I flipped to the inside cover of the diary. There, written in that same meticulous loopy handwriting was a name..

I look around my surroundings, people were busy dancing, screaming, and kissing each other, I am missing my elie so much I desperately wanted her here in my arms. Soon, I feel a soft hand caressing my chest and face, I quickly looked at the women in front of me, that I didn't recognize her. She was in a short shiny black dress that wasn't even covering her cleavages, she was few inches taller than me with the help of those heels she wears, her dark hair was tied up in a perfect ponytail, and her smoky eyes was like calling my name, to be frank, I never saw such gorgeous and sexy girl ever in my life.

I walk to the door to check if it's locked. After checking it twice, I move to the window and lock it before losing the curtains. I look around to see if everything is set. And yes, we are good to read! I run to the cupboard and take the diary out. This diary smells like old times. I brush it a few times while walking to my bed. I lay in the most comfortable reading position I can find before opening the diary. 'Rily Dencer.' I turn the page and see a picture of a young girl. The picture has become yellow because of time maybe but still can't hide the beautiful lady beneath it.

One could be happy and enjoy the sensual gratification, but even the ones who are not happy can still successfully take part in sexual enjoyment. One or the other new thing was bound to turn up each day in Marie’s life. And despite having a great day at home, which was not something that was very common, things turned out ugly for her as the sun set for the day. That is when Delilah came across a big fat notebook which looked like a diary as it had a colorful hard cover that had a picture of a denim texture.

Can't stand the pain in the anal canal. "Jack..." Reo whispered. He looked at the innocent face that was sleeping. "I love you. Really, even when we play, I hurt a lot. It's okay, it's better than you staying away from me." Maybe Reo thought, Jack was still in the subconscious. So he himself dared to say it openly. In fact, Jack wasn't really asleep. He had woken up from his subconscious when he heard a soft sob coming from Reo's voice. However, his eyes had been refusing to open. Not without reason, because Jack just wanted to know what his gay boyfriend was really complaining about.

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

They transformed the air into a living melody, inspiring awe and wonder in all who witnessed their magical performance. It was a really peaceful place for a person like senthia Senthaiz held her cherished diary in her hands, its weathered cover telling the story of countless memories and untold secrets. The diary's pages, worn with age, held the treasures of her thoughts and emotions, waiting to be captured within its lines. With each step, her anticipation grew as she approached the magnificent tree standing near the serene lake.

As a she-wolf with a soft heart, only her status as an Alpha’s daughter had saved her from ridicule and worse. “There’s something else,” Diana said, startling me. “Have either of you seen my diary? It’s a small purple book with a lock.” Lisa was shaking her head. “I haven’t.” Should I lie? I swear my falsehoods were becoming smoother the more practised I became. Instead, avoiding the question, I volunteered to help her look for it. “I may just take you up on that,” she replied. I couldn’t wait to ditch Lisa and see what transpired.