Marinette's Diary Novels & Stories

Marianne looks at her grandmother’s portrait “I’m actually your grandson. I was told from Jane that you had passed away after giving birth to my mother. Thank you for giving life to my mother, she looks so much like you. Though you probably have already met in the other life.” Marianne looks around again at all the portraits. Then when she is satisfied, she turns her head to where she had seen some very old books being kept. She carefully takes the one that is dated the oldest “Year 1790 - by Andrew Williams”. Marianne takes the book to the room then locks the secret room.

“Marie, come and sit down, don't stay there...- Andrew began talking but stopped when he heard the woman give her driver some instructions. "No, Andrew, thank you, but my boys are waiting for me at home. I just came here to do this little favor for Isabelle and make sure you're both okay.” “Yes, we are great and everything is fine. Thank you so much for this short but very pleasant visit.” Marie greeted everyone, smiled at Isabelle, and then went out, getting inside her car. After Marie's car left the driveway, Isabelle closed the door. She wondered if Marie had found her diary... And if she hadn’t found it, what excuse could Isabelle find to return to the villa and look for it?

she yelled, her voice trembling with fear. "Take my hand," Chul offered, extending his hand toward her. As soon as she grasped his hand, a flood of memories rushed through her, overwhelming her senses. Unable to hold on tightly while being bombarded by the unfamiliar memories, her grip on his hand loosened, and she watched helplessly as she fell into the churning sea below. Unbeknownst to her, the fall was accompanied by a tumultuous onslaught of memories of Annabelle falling down a cliff also.

Marinette scrunches her nose and then nods and says, “Okay, thanks. Could you bring me Marigold?” The woman grabs the baby out of its bassinet, and I realize that’s where the blueberry scent is coming from. Marinette smiles as she holds the baby in her arms and the woman dismisses herself. Marinette glances at me and says, “So… Chase Croft.” The way she says my name makes butterflies erupt in my stomach. She looks me up and down and says, “That name sounds familiar, have I met you before?”

She was rendered utterly helpless by the sight of people that rushed in, with cameras flashing ceaselessly and interwoven words her brain wouldn't dare interpret. It was complete chaos in there, her heart thundered vehemently and her vision began to blur because of the light that came with every picture that was taken. This wedding was planned secretly, how then was the location compromised? But that was the last thing to think about as they neared, with their recorders, cameras, and filthy mouths filled with questions. Maria was appalled by this, that people wouldn't think twice before disrespecting others.

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

Habang mas lumalalim at tuluyan akong nalulunod sa pag-iisip, unti-unti kong naaalala ang mga panahon that I just thought of this mere world as novel. My attention immediately focused on a Ardea Herodius, it was painting that got my attention. I didn't know what it was but it was a painting of sail boat and a familiar silhouette. It was an outline of Lady Marina. She had grown up knowing how to accustomed to the sail boat tilting to the side most frequently during low tide. Sarcasm began to appear instantly from all of the questions going through her head, but she could not do anything to help herself. I slowly marched and walked into the room and without the slightest doubt and hesitation,

Inès: Malèna you know very well that you have never been like this, now that you are no longer ill you want to come back to Malé before or even better Me: but I feel so oppressed Inès so much, I have the impression that I will stay like this all my life, everything that I eat I vomit it, I cannot stand to see a mirror because I know that I will see me on it, I can't even stand my own reflection, and with mom it's very complicated ... Inès: I think it's better that you go to Grandma's ... Me: at grandmother’s?! Ines: yes. just for a while, take it upon yourself and talk to another person

He said as he drank the wine at a go, and gulped hard. He poured himself another glass, as he drank it in another swoop and from that, he continued till the wine bottle was empty. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing right now?” He said into the darkness. **** Marinette groaned a sigh of relief as she dropped flat on her bed, as she took in the sweet comfort of the soft bed. The one she had been given to her in the hospital, was so stiff, she found it hard to turn her back now. She stretched her hands as her phone started ringing.

She couldn't recall if there was anything else… Then, she froze. She remembered that there was another thing. It was a diary she had kept during her high school days. It was a record of a period Macie wished she could erase forever. It contained the untold feelings of love and yearning that the young Macie had for Edward.