Lovely Diaries Novels & Stories

"Now, Y'all should write a composition of the person you love the most and why you love the person" Jake swiftly raised his hand. "Huh? Yes, Jake? Any question?" Miss Hannah asked. "Yes," Jake replied and stood up. "Go on" Miss Hannah smiled. "How do we know we are in love with someone?" Jake asked. Everyone looked at Jake. "Well, Your heart tells you who you love the most. It beats happily when you are close to the person. Your eyes don't want to stop watching that person. Your ears aren't tired of hearing that person's voice and a lot more"

"Hi, Del. Where are you from? I've been looking for you since yesterday. Why did you disappear, huh?" Delmar was silent and just looked at Brisa with a sad look. For eighteen years of friendship, Brisa can read if now Delmar is not in good condition. Even though his best friend didn't say anything. "Wait a moment." Brisa stopped the person who was decorating her nails. Nails that have been colored silver and will now be decorated with small white gems.

"What are you saying? Someone is being serious, but you're just teasing." "Haha ... you're so funny." Alice became fond of Jordi and now even pinched both of Jordi's cheeks. "Adorable and love, right?" Jordi quipped with his flirtatious face. "Ew, you're too full of yourself." "Of course. I read it in your diary. On every page, it says, I Love You, Jordi. My one and only." Jordi teased Alice. "Ugh ... so annoying." Alice held back her embarrassment because her diary was discovered by Jordi. That's the purpose of a diary, isn't it? To pour out all your feelings when you can't tell anyone else.

This is the diary that Grace found in her room. The diary with poems, figured, you'd want to read it. I met a girl today, beautiful and beautiful and beautiful and everything including beautiful. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I should or else I don’t know what to name this. Tragedy of souls that binds, that blinds, and all the wounds she gave me, wounds that I don’t mind, wounds I don’t hide, I confide,

BIG SIS WANTS ME TOO 10. LENA’S POV. “Hold onto it and do not let go” I obeyed immediately, my pussy already soaked through my panties, my breathing ragged, loving the thrill of being used by my little brother. I should be ashamed, but I wasn't. I loved how he owned my body, Loved how he spoke sweet and dirty words to me like I was his highschool sweetheart. He tore off my panties in one swift pull, and I shrieked mildly surprised at his strength.

Emma’s POV **Diary Entry – Zurich:** *Zurich is breathtaking, with the lake shimmering under the sun. As I stand by the water, I hear a familiar voice—David. My heart warms at the sound, even though I know he’s forbidden to me. David, with his kindness and the way he makes me feel special, is someone I can’t truly have. I’m not worthy of him, and I fear what Michael might do if he finds out about our connection. When David confesses his feelings, I’m torn. I tell him I’m not good enough, that I can’t give him what he deserves. But when he asks for just one date, I can’t say no. I want to feel cherished and loved, even if just for a day. The time we spend together is magical—he shows me what

I nodded my confirmation as he looked around getting more displeased. I stood there watching as his hands ran over my belongings on top of my dresser. The books; The Tempest, Pride and Prejudice, North and South and The Notebook were on the bookshelf including my diary with an illustration of a jasper. Beside it was the locket I was gifted by Mother hanging on the jewellery holder.

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters

I open the book again and flip back to the first page of the book deciding to read the inscription handwritten there in neat small letters; "This diary belongs to Jennifer Bennet, beginning 21st February 1975" I glance at Thomas, who has been watching me as I inspected the book, and I see he looks just as shocked as I am. I am currently holding the previous Luna's personal diary. Her son, our current Alpha, is sharing this most personal possession of his mother's with me? Encouraging me to read her private thoughts and feelings? I admit, I was intrigued before but now I am torn. Do I read the Ex-Lunas diary? Can I really do that? Diaries are so intensely personal and private.

Without thinking about it, I approached her and stole a kiss, and I did not want to hear more nonsense of evil plans, apologies, or any other nonsense. Diana clung to me tightly, and I could feel her heartbeat. I could feel again like the atmosphere relaxed, and everything returned to its place. Well, dad, you were right. The troubles are the most fun. I ran a hand through her hair, took the hair out of her eyes. Now I could see those two green drops. The same eyes that I had fallen in love with, two dark declines now brimmed with life and joy. "Come on, let's get on the boat." Diana took me by the hand and, with her own strength, got me up.