Marinette's Diary Novels & Stories

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?”

There’s no time to waste, immediately I dig into my new project, eager to absorb all the information that I can. My heart swells as I read each page. There, right on the margins are little notes that Dante has left. ‘July, 2 years ago.’ ‘Jean left for Paris at this time.’ ‘Jean’s sister enrolls to uni.’ ‘Island purchased from unlisted owner.’ ‘trafficking’ ‘Visit island chief—asap!’ ‘Tell Jean.’ Without realizing it, my cheeks start to feel wet, bringing my hand up, I unconsciously wipe at the tears.

One could be happy and enjoy the sensual gratification, but even the ones who are not happy can still successfully take part in sexual enjoyment. One or the other new thing was bound to turn up each day in Marie’s life. And despite having a great day at home, which was not something that was very common, things turned out ugly for her as the sun set for the day. That is when Delilah came across a big fat notebook which looked like a diary as it had a colorful hard cover that had a picture of a denim texture.

Caroline was pale and shaken, her eyes wide with fear. "What is it?" Ancelotti asked, his heart pounding. "What did you find?" Caroline took a deep breath and leaned forward. "I found Maralyn's diary," she whispered. "Maria had it hidden in her safe." Ancelotti gasped. "Maralyn's diary! Does it say anything about J3ffreey? About what happened that night?" "It says everything," Caroline said, her voice trembling. "Maralyn wrote about her fears, about J3ffreey's threats, about the evidence she had against him. She even wrote about the night she was killed."

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

I couldn't wait to catch her red-headed. “The men from France are calling”, Ben said, driving me out of thoughts. I immediately took the call. “Did you find them?” I asked. “No Sir. They had already entered Cabona and Vincenzo wouldn't allow us through” the man explained. I felt myself running out of breath, “Did she even carry her inhaler?” Was the only thing I said “Try to make contact with Vincenzo again. He needs to know Taylor is my child and there will be war if anything happens to her.”