Marinette's Diary Novels & Stories

The door suddenly clicked open, Mike walked out first, then Marinette followed, their jaws dropped when they saw me sitting there. Ohh… So it's Mike. Nice fit. “Hi,” I waved at them. “Hiii… Rory,” Marinette said, while Mike waved awkwardly. Mike looked a little neat, but Marinette looked like she ran a marathon, her hair was scattered, and her lipstick smudged across her face. “How was the exercise?” I asked with a teasing grin. “Good,” Mike replied. Marinette hid her gaze from mine. So now she is shy, isn't she?

“Though I don’t know what he found so interesting about this specific entry. This diary is enchanted, as you may already have noticed. If anyone other than a duly recognized person tried to open the diary, all they would see would be a few hundred pages of nonsensical, mundane entries written in Gaian. The real form of this diary is an audio recording of whatever the owner wanted to keep safe.” “This entry was dated year 368…That’s like, two hundred and thirty years ago,” I said. “And the woman who owned the diary said something about a Czar. If she was really a Romina ancestor, then she would be referring to the City State of New Moscow, all the way in Western Eurasia.” Dad and the Commande

Marrine looked towards the horizon. There was something different about her tonight. She looked sad. Not frightened. Not angry. Sad. She wrapped her arms around herself. Then she spoke. "I'm sorry." Damien frowned. Who was she speaking to? She looked towards the ocean. "I can't." The waves rolled in. “I can't go back.” Damien's heart beat faster. Go back where? Marrine stepped deeper into the water. "I'm not yours." The wind shifted. Her voice broke. "I belong here."

Nahuli naman kami ni Marinette na ganun kaya ngumisi si Marinette sa akin. "Ayieee, first time ko makita si Lorenzo na ngumiti. Ayieee! Ngumiti si Lorenzo sa iyo. Kayo na ba?" pang-usisa sa akin ni Marinette kaya napa pout na lang ako sa tanong niya. "No and never," saad ko na nagpangisi pa lalo kay Marinette. Nakita ko naman na biglang tumayo si Lorenzo habang papalapit sa amin. Agad ko hinila si Marinette papunta sa harap ni Chief Franco.

I opened it out of curiosity, only to see familiar handwriting on the first page. [Only I can marry Linette!] My face instantly flushed hot. I quickly snapped the diary shut as Evan giggled and slipped out of the room. My eyes fell on the signature at the corner, and I finally realized that it was Logan’s childhood diary. [As an illegitimate child, I was always looked down on. Linette was the only light in my life.] [She would bring me food when she went looking for Rowan, sometimes even medicine.] [I watched her grow up and become Rowan’s shadow. I resented it, but I didn’t dare to disturb her.]

Drew asked sharply, his voice a blade sliding across the table. “No, I bring him there,” Marin said, the word barely a whisper. I stepped forward, the cold stone under my boots sending a shock through my spine. “Start from the beginning,” I ordered, voice steady despite the inferno building inside me. “And choose your words carefully.” Marin nodded, his shoulders sagging under the weight of a secret that had been bruising his conscience for days. “I was fishing late. The tide was rough but manageable. I saw something caught in the current. Thought it was debris. Then I realized it was a body.”

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.

"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

Le professeur viendra pour la suite. Le mercredi soir les filles se rendent pour travailler en groupe. Marinette était déjà là avant elle afin de ne point subir les sanctions du groupe. Alors que tous étaient là fille comme garçon les présentations de font jusqu'au tout de cette dernière. Nous t'écoutons dit Taty - Je m'appelle Marinette Da Cruz. J'ai 13 ans . Soit la bienvenue ma grande. Ici nous sommes une famille donc sache que tu es en famille.

I mean, why would she go down to the marina just to pose against Yachts? Does she just walk around the city just to pose next to luxury cars? And whose private jets is this? I was now flipping through the information on her, boring and boring. But wait. A criminal record? Spent five months in jail for two DUIs. Spent a year in jail for breaking and entering, possession, and impersonation of another person. ‘Do you know anything about this, Russell?’ ‘Where did you even find this girl?’ I can't let this happen. This whatever ship, it has to end and I will be the one to end it.