Marinette Diary Novels & Stories

She didn’t ask questions,just sat beside me, her hand pressed over mine. “You’re close,” she whispered. “Don’t slip now.” I kissed her temple. “I won’t.” She lifted her head, met my eyes. The same eyes Micah had. The same fight. “Bring it all down, Adrian.” “I will.” The marina smelled of salt and rotting wood when I stepped onto the dock at ten on the dot. Lights flickered overhead , only half the bulbs still alive, swaying in the breeze like lanterns in some forgotten graveyard.

Despite our growing hesitancy, Papa Mackie continued to lead us until we found ourselves standing in front of a small wooden boat with a single passenger that held the ores in both hands. We waited on the dock while Papa Mackie spoke with the man. Then we loaded onto the boat one by one. Papa Mackie didn't go with us past that point. It was just me, Sanders, and Rosette. I believe it was at that point that I realized something wasn't right. But since we were already in the middle of the warf, there was no running away. Dropping the diary in front of me, I looked at Mason as my heart hammered in my chest.

"Note—if the vessel is destroyed by the hand of the cursed one's closest kin, the curse shall pass to the destroyer. The cursed shall be freed, and the one who breaks the vessel shall bear the burden of oblivion in their stead." My gaze lingered on that line, and something in my chest sank. Closest kin—did a mate count? Suddenly, the sound of water stopping came from upstairs. Lydia had to be finishing her shower. My eyes drifted to the mantel above the fireplace. There were several photos of Lydia, but one in particular caught my attention. It was a photo of her and Kyle. In the picture, Kyle stood beside her, distant and cold, while Lydia pressed close, her eyes full of longing. The frame

“Lena told us about you.” I smiled shyly. “Yes, ma’am.” “Oh, please,” she waved it off, pulling me gently into a hug that smelled like home. “Call me Maren.” Their father grinned from the doorway. “And I’m Davin, though apparently everyone calls me the guy who makes terrible jokes.” Lila snorted. “Because you do, Papa.” The dinner table was loud. The kind of loud that made my chest ache in the best and worst ways. They were all talking over each other Davin teasing Lila about her messy room, Lina rolling her eyes at him, Maren laughing while trying to keep the meal from burning and for a while, I just sat there, quiet, smiling faintly.

I can only conclude because this is not written in the diary either. "Does Duna actually know what a diary is?" I complained. After storing the ID Card and mercenary ID in the drawer, I took some packets of cookies from the cupboard and read the diary again. If I look again, the first few pages have been torn. Maybe Duna used to write a diary, but suddenly made this book into a notebook. Starting from the Xenobeast category, mercenary system, base system, to how to use guns and laser swords. January 27, 3043

“I know you’re curious, anyone would be. You absolutely want to know who the person you’re eating from is. But you have to trust me that he is completely safe to be around and would do no harm. If he wanted to tell you, he would have already and it’s not my business to interpret and do so myself so don’t expect me to say anything. I will take all of my friends’ secrets to grave if they want it to stay that way.” They both grew silent as they stared into each other’s eyes. He held so many feelings in his eyes. He reminded her of a book she read called No Matter What. The main character was called Tim. Tim held the secrets of all of his friends, yet no one knew about any. He would go as far as

Between the sides a dried little mussel suddenly fell on her lap. Mara slowly picked her up. Immediately the memory was back. Summer wind. Salt on the skin. The sound of the waves. She had found that shell with sixteen. At that time she had been sitting alone on the beach for hours and on the sea out. And for the first time, how great the world was. She remembered exactly what she wrote in the diary at the time had. Mara leaves searching through the pages. Then she found the entry. The ink was slightly faded.

But I wanna know what's she's been through. ' Should I take this diary with me or not. Oh god, Iam having a big dilemma. What did the Queen lose? Do I really need to see it, read it. It's going to do nothing with me but still Iam...' " Sydney. Where are you? Sydney Marin?" Iam back to present hearing Issac's voice somewhere near the room. I rushed towards the wall and slammed it hard till my hands got hurt.

Dawn said while staring right at me. "Fuck off, Dawn. You don't know anything about me!" I squealed. I couldn't stand here quietly while she spouted bullshit. I felt Logan's arms wrap around me. "Shh...she isn't worth it." Dawn ignored me and kept her eyes on him. "Consider this my final warning. Stay away from Marina. Eddie, Mike, Jason, they all fell for her lore and look where they ended up? Dead and buried. You'll be joining them very soon," she hissed.