Marinette's Diary Novels & Stories

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

After dinner, Martin was called by his father to the study to discuss work, while I went to the room Martin had when he was young. There was a diary on the bookshelf. I had never opened it out of respect before, but now I was unwilling to give up even the slightest clue. The first page of the diary featured a photo of me in a pure white wedding dress, my head lowered, looking a bit sad. Behind the photo was a delicately written phrase—My First and Only.

The memories came like flashes, first of the men who had tried to rape her, then her head against the tarred road, drops of rain, blood, a blur, and the darkness. The room looked ordinary enough, bright pink coloured wall paper, and fluffy teddy bears that almost took up half the space of the bed all suggested this to be a girl's bedroom, there were loads of other things on the table just in front of the bed, but they looked hardly out of place, instead each item had a sense of belonging of some sort, there was nothing disturbing, nothing eery, the air was fresh, the scent of waking flowers penetrated the room, and even though they hardly appeared taken care of, it felt like a typical mornin

She had just been transferred from the eastern part of the country to the northern part, so she came with her one year old daughter. Her daughter had diarrhea and that caused the woman to exhaust the toiletries she was with. She could not find where to buy toiletries as there were no shops selling toiletries around where she was. It happened that the pieces of paper she had ignorantly picked, was a portion of the Muslim holy book.

I had to kill Marie who had nothing but hatred for everyone. I remembered how she told me I was part of everyone. That day she escaped, and no one knew. I was walking to exit the compound when she halted me exactly on the opening of the gate. I did not know her then, so I had no idea how she was. I ignored her, and the moment I took another step, she charged at me until she had a few of my skin. I was thirteen then, and she made me cried. And I would hate it if she would make the seventeen years old me cry again.

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

"Nothing is guaranteed yet since Ms. Marin just woke up, but right now, we can test. I just have a question. What were the events that Ms. Marin experienced before she had her first amnesia?" One event immediately popped up in Toshiro's mind, and he felt his chest getting heavy as he could envision it so vividly. "When the Marin family church burned down in the old Village Callista," Toshiro answered. One of the nurses brought out a lighter, and one of them called her attention. "Ms. Marin, do you reminisce a certain memory with this flame?" They asked, inching the lighter a bit closer to her. Allura's heart dropped, her eyes widening in concussion as she witnessed the blazing flame.

Marianna was hailed from Palmer In Alaska, she woke up early In the morning came down from her bed and walked Into the bathroom with a bathrobe and tied a towel on her head, and she baths dressed up, and stood upright in Infront of the mirror In her room, stared at herself and she smiles, and she said, "Today Is the visiting day of Andrew Wallace, he must catch up feelings today after all Marianna Is a sweet babe, I don't think he will survive the temptations today, but unfortunately for Marianna, her thought betrayed her, Andrew Wallace didn't come for visiting but his senior sister named Anne Wallace, and she was not satisfied with Marianna's job, and Anne Wallace got her fired, and she wa

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")