Marinette's Diary Novels & Stories

she whispered as she clutched the photo to her chest. She dropped the picture and moved to a bookshelf, her fingers brushing a leather-bound diary, its cover embossed with “M.G.” Lauren’s pulse quickened as she opened it, Margaret’s elegant script spilling across the pages, a window into her mother’s soul. She sank to the floor, tears blurring her vision, and read, each word as they pierced her skin like a dagger and a caress. March 12, 1985

Instead, I was witnessing this as if possessed, having inadvertently opened a dust-laden diary that recorded a hidden past. “Sorry…” I suddenly heard Mary cry, her crystalline tears reflecting the flames even as it rolled off her cheeks. Despite her body trembling in fear, she maintained her traditional Japanese etiquette, prostrating herself in dogeza at the merman with the dark purple fishtail even as she sobbed, “I would never blaspheme against you, deity of the great sea! I beg you, spare the others, and pretend that I’ve never met you…” “Mary… Mary…”

I crumple up that note and shove it back into that envelope until, maybe one day, I will act upon an instinct, but for now… ****************************** Book Three: The Marine Next Door III

The stone didn't sink and he made it till the end crossing the Woman who is not affected by the lava. "You are so brave to steal Queen's diary. The best secret I have ever heard, Sydney Marin," both heads muttered when I crossed them. I uncertainly looked at them and Jacen opened the door. We took the steps and we are back in the forest again. " We three got things to talk after this game," Jacen seriously said.

The forest, once familiar and welcoming, now felt like an unpredictable labyrinth. The group arrived at a remote area described in the diary, a secluded grove surrounded by thick underbrush and ancient trees. The atmosphere was heavy with an eerie silence, and Marinetta’s instincts were on high alert. "Stay sharp and keep your senses open," Marinetta instructed her team. "We don’t know what we might encounter here." As they carefully made their way through the grove, they came across a series of hidden compartments dug into the ground. Inside, they found remnants of dark rituals—charred remains, strange symbols etched into the soil, and scattered artifacts that suggested recent use.

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

Marinette sounds sad as she says, “Just go, Lauren. As you can see, I have important company. Just tell Chase that I’m safe and I don’t plan on leaving again today.” Lauren sighs in response and says, “It was nice to meet you, Princess Lux.” I nod in response before the door closes. Marinette breathes out and I can feel her eyes on me as she says, “Okay, it’s official, I like you.”

Raindrops drift in the sky like shimmering stars. "Go on," Logan flipped through Etiennette's diary as he urged Rath to speak, his tone and posture showing his dominance. "Y…Yes…" Rath stammered tremblingly, knowing that what he was about to say might enrage Logan. Logan had already turned to May 25th in Etiennette's diary, the day she went to Siaross. [May 25th, 2019]

I spent the next two months in a hospital bed, Mickey was my next be neighbor too. He sustained some injuries, but it was nothing major. Those days were boring as hell until I started relating with one of the nurses, her name was Sharon, she was a really beautiful girl and understood sign language, the conversations we had was just magnificent. Finally, I had something to look forward to when I woke up in the morning, like that, the days rolled into one another as I awaited my revenge.

Gosh, my mother is going to kill me when she finds out. I couldn’t go too far as I bumped into something hard and nearly fell on the ground. Someone grabbed me then held me up. I looked up and found myself looking into a pair of piercing grey eyes that belonged to none other than Logan Hill. “Marina? What are you doing here? Why are you running?” he asked. He looked at my distraught face. His eyes narrowed. “Um…well…I’m on a date,” I stammered. “Is that right?” he asked and stared at me intently. “So, where is your date?”