Lovely Diaries Novels & Stories

Chapter#23: Diaries are important [Jacob Seo's P.O.V.] ꧁❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎❄︎꧂

Her emotions were full when she told me she liked me too. It couldn't have been more different from the way she later curled up in Cole's arms, telling me she didn't like me at all. Sometimes, time could change people, turning them into strangers. With a bitter smile, I tossed the items holding memories into a black trash bag. Then I caught sight of a small box hidden underneath the bed. A thick notebook labeled "Diary of Love" caught my attention. Flipping to the first page, I saw these words: Lose 11 pounds.

The air inside felt different. Lena's photographs covered the kitchen wall. She was twelve and obsessed with the camera she had gotten for her birthday, and she photographed everything — the garden, the street, her father coming through the door before he had his jacket off. She was good. Nikolai told her so every time and meant it. Noah was eighteen now. He had gotten tall, direct, opinionated about everything. He still played chess. Still ate his eggs with opinions about how they had been prepared. He came home from school that Tuesday, dropped his bag in the hallway, and went straight to the kitchen.

Chapter 1 Lila’s pov “Professor Cross, don’t you think the whole point of forbidden love in these books is that it feels so damn good because it’s wrong?” I said, leaning forward on his desk after everyone else had left the lecture hall. My skirt rode up my thighs just a bit as I shifted, and I didn’t bother fixing it. The way his eyes flicked down for half a second made the heat pool low in my belly. Damien Cross looked up from the stack of papers, his dark brows pulling together in that serious way that always got me going.

Suddenly the contents of some silly note left under my door frame seem much more important than before and I get home in record time. I rush to my desk where I left the paper to find it missing. In its place is a single black synthetic rose, laid on its side a black candle, lit. and a message written in my favorite burgundy lip gloss across my computer screen. Don’t ignore me, Baby.

Avalynn got out of bed and walked over to the desk, putting down her tea and opening the bottom drawer with a quivering of her fingers. A little, leather-bound diary was hidden among old photos and piles of letters. As Avalynn pulled it from its resting place, the smell of aged paper floated up. It was ancient, the edges worn from years of handling. As she opened the diary and felt the spine crackle through the quiet room, she stroked her fingertips over the cover, memories streaming back. She was flipping through the pages when she read this sentence, which caused her to halt and gasp for air: "As he drew me into his arms, Dylan's mischievous eyes and laughter filled the room. "'We'll alway

I just need to wash up and get some rest. I closed my eyes and let the water wash the grime from my body as I stood beneath the warm shower. I noticed myself in the mirror as I patted myself dry. With my hair sticking up in all directions, I appeared disheveled. I covered my waist with a towel. Violet had placed roses across the room and lit candles as I got out of the restroom. "What's all this?" Surprised, I asked. "As you were in the shower, I imagined we could enjoy a romantic evening together," she remarked, her lips forming a smile. "Is it okay? The weather is rather chilly Younno. She allowed her gown to fall down her waist as she bit her lips gently.

Still, the thought of Lily, his best friend’s girlfriend had wormed its way under his skin months ago and refused to leave. Tonight the storm had knocked the power out. Jessica was supposed to be at her sister’s until morning, so Cooper had the place to himself. He stripped down to nothing, stretched out on the couch, and let his hand wrap around his already half-hard cock. The room was lit only by the blue glow of his phone screen. He scrolled until he found the photo he wasn’t supposed to have. Lily at the beach last summer, bikini barely containing her heavy tits, water running down her flat stomach. He zoomed in on the way the fabric clung to her pussy lips and started stroking.

Janelle Alex whispered as he grabbed my arm, “I clearly told you he was busy.” My eyes narrowed, heart racing, then I yanked my arm free. “Everyone, leave,” Damian commanded. Alex crossed his arms tightly before departing with the two ladies in the room. Damian got up and walked over to the bar counter. “You know you shouldn’t be here…” he said as he reached for a wine bottle from the shelf. He turned and asked, “Care for a drink?”

" I don't know what to say to him, I heard the guy telling him about his father and I don't know if it's a good idea to ask him about his father, it's not my business and we are not dating at all. I just feel so ashamed of myself and we almost got caught. Instead of being concerned about him, the first thing I did was kiss him. Which I should not have done with him. I feel so awful, was I that easy to play with or am I just a little clingy these days. I haven't seen Haru for days and I was lonely without him around. Seeing him every day made my day. I feel so happy whenever I'm around him. I shouldn't have done that, right? Kissing him in an open place and I feel like a slut lover. I don't k