Lovely Diaries Novels & Stories

Content warning: Mentioned death/illness of a parent, sexual/verbal harassment's, violence, crime and language use, sexual intercourse. Authors Note: Listen to Lover by Taylor Swift for realistic Feelings. Following him to the bed that was there I could feel butterflies in my stomach, my nerves made my body vibrate at the thought of being with such a gentleman. He pulls me close and kisses my jawline and caresses my back. José: “if you are nervous my love, we can wait till we are out of here.”

Too bold for her size. Just like her mother. God help me. “I wouldn’t dare trick the Queen of the D’evone empire,” I muttered, brushing a curl away from her face. “Chicken sandwich. Extra sauce. I’ll let Maria know.” She didn’t move. She narrowed her eyes. “And a unicorn diary. Pink. With glitter. Evelyn brought hers to school and it sings when you open it. I want one too.” I blinked. “You literally have six diaries. One even has your face on it.”

I pulled it open, and there it was… His laptop, a pen and a notebook that had ‘Diary’ inscribed at the back. Found it! I grabbed the diary first and flipped through the pages, but the first page got my attention. ‘I met her today… Her name is Mitchell. She's the most beautiful woman ever seen. She's even more beautiful than my mom. I think I like her… No… I'm in love with her’ My brows knitted together as I read through it. What the fuck! Has Liam always been this sick? He was like sixteen years then, and Ms. Mitchell could be in her late thirties.

Ria whispered yelled at her while holding her chest in shock. "I almost got a heart attack!" Ria tried to keep her voice down. “Hehe… I'm sorry. Have you been here for long?” Loren grimaced with a guilty face and pulled a chair to sit across from her. “That’s fine… Not really, only after we got a break from the first course…” Ria nodded and returned to her book. “You like horror too?” Loren took one of the novels that Ria took from the bookshelf earlier and flipped through its contents.

she looked at me with motherly love and patted my head gently, "I was being selfish for disturbing you with my love life, I just want to share my experience so you see that it's not too late to love again. It's not wrong to move on, you deserve happiness." It is wrong when you intend to move on with a scheming, slimy criminal that lies through his teeth while staring deep into your eyes! I wanted to scream but I nodded wordlessly instead. "You should freshen up and join us downstairs. Diary night is starting." She patted my head one last time and silently exited the room, leaving me all guilty and sorry.

I pulled my hand away and took a step back, locking eyes with him. "No. It's not that you didn't notice me. You just never thought I was worth your attention. "When we landed in Svalmere, I was pale and clearly unwell, but instead of caring, you were more worried about Madison being alone at the hotel. "And when I got back after being buried in snow for hours, all I wanted was to sleep, but you brought me a bowl of mutton stew, even though you knew I hated mutton, and tried to force me to eat it. To you, what I need or want doesn't matter.

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.

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 saw 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 can’t 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 woul

She set it on the ottoman and opened the latch. The lock was broken. Her breath caught in her throat. “No. No, no—” she whispered. The box was empty. Her diary was gone. Her most intimate confessions, written in the rawest moments of pain and hope. Every twisted memory from Russia. Every wound Cynthia left on her skin and soul. Every moment of self-loathing, every hesitant word about Damian… even that one vivid entry—the night she gave herself to him, trembling, finally feeling safe. All of it. Gone.