Marinette Diary Novels & Stories

“Hello, I’m Mariana, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please don’t be mad at Marylin, she’s been nothing but an angel to me, if it weren’t for her, I’m not sure I would have been able to return home.” “No problem,” Dana said. “I can never be mad at her for helping you.” “Thank you!” Mariana went in again and returned shortly with a small book in her hand. She gave it to me and before I knew it, the little book began to expand and increase in size until it was just the right fit for me. It had the words ‘DIARY’ written in front of it. “It’s a magic diary,” she told me. “I’m sorry,” I told her. “I’m going to have to refuse this, I could never keep track or even keep a diary.”

Or maybe tonight a bullet would tear through my body, fired by Alexei himself. An hour and five minutes later, I arrived at the port. I left my phone inside the car, stepped out, and walked toward the rows of docked vessels. The place was eerily quiet and dim, the slightly rancid scent of saltwater filling the air. I searched for a ship named Marionette among the smaller boats and yachts. Eventually, I found it. The yacht was painted white with dark blue trim. The name Marionette was faded. It was old, but still well-maintained.

He said as he drank the wine at a go, and gulped hard. He poured himself another glass, as he drank it in another swoop and from that, he continued till the wine bottle was empty. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing right now?” He said into the darkness. **** Marinette groaned a sigh of relief as she dropped flat on her bed, as she took in the sweet comfort of the soft bed. The one she had been given to her in the hospital, was so stiff, she found it hard to turn her back now. She stretched her hands as her phone started ringing.

She had forgotten how cold the Hudson could be in November; she had also forgotten how strong the tides could be, and she braced herself against the spray, almost like waves in an ocean. There were too many people crammed in—Maria, Jasmine and Becca, Blake who was rowing, and a couple of his friends—and Scarlet looked out, shivering, not trusting this creaking, weathered boat, and was grateful to see that Bannerman’s Island was fast approaching, hardly thirty yards away.

Maria merely blinked approvingly to the driver who had already killed the engine, that did enough to make him ignite the engine again and the cab soon began to move. Wow. Was he in a kind of trouble? He shook and trembled as he peeped through the window even after they were a distance from the airport, she still kept to the silence, hopefully, she'd be able to save someone from trouble on her first day in New York or she just got into trouble on her first. He heaved a sigh and then rubbed his forehead, brushing off the hair that fell there. Maria stared in astonishment at how mesmerising his eyes were and the mole—he had a mole on his nose.

Her Papa answered instead of her Mama. She just nodded even though she was totally against his parents' decision. This is probably the best thing to do so that her friend Merfie will not be harmed, she almost lost her friend earlier. She had an inference that someone knew she was His Majesty's Mate. She had been warned before that when this mating happens, bad things will begin, she will witness those and will go through.

Camping Day 1 : It was one lucky day. As Thyago said, Elena didn't come in the camping so that means she will never have a chance to ruin her day. No villain who will ruin her perfect moment with Thyago and no freakin' witch who will destroy her fantasies. Mackie and Hannah came along in the camping and thank God she was able to convince them. She was so excited as soon she wakes up this morning. It will surely be one heck of a fun and amazing event. It was two days being with Thyago and her friends. Two days in paradise where she can have a chance to monopolize Thyago. She brought her diary to make sure she will chronicle the whole story coming. She has to make sure every detail will be per

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

Is it just a coincidence? She looks towards the woman whose been called Mrs. Caliber. She seemed to be old for her age. She guessed she's around in her early thirties. As she further examined her, she see how beautiful this woman is. Freckles on her nose and a little wrinkles on her forehead. And a surprised eyes that landed right through Maiden. Wait? Can she see ghost? Maiden furrowed her brow, as she knew there was no way they can see a ghost. But aside from the feeling of surprise, she suddenly comes to notice the feeling of relief and... happiness?

I opened the diary to the year where I met Pietro. February 27, 2001. I closed my eyes and tried recalling his face. Whitney sat down while looking at me, she waits patiently. I closed the door and hugged the opened diary. I knelt down and started thinking of that year. Slowly, I started chanting To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my forlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction