Marinette's Diary Novels & Stories

Then moved on to whether dragons could swim or just fly over water. Life continued. That's what I'm learning. That survival becomes living when you stop documenting and start participating. When you trust that memory will hold the important parts without forcing them onto paper. The diary is full now. Every page. Four years of evidence that we endured. I won't start another. The last entry is simple: ‘We're getting married in sixty-three days. Ava is convinced Mr. Floppington needs a tuxedo. My mother called three times today about seating arrangements. I'm happy. That's all. That's enough.’

I could if I wanted, and if I allowed myself to, I could get lost in the moment that she brings. But after what could be described as the best feeling that I am yet to feel for the next five months, I pull away. "Before I give you a million reasons to stay, you best be off." "Until we meet again, Sir. It was a great pleasure serving with you." And with that, she finds herself leaving the tent and the camp even faster than she entered it before. I can by all honesty say that this was not only a challenge as a Marine, but it was a challenge as a man. And a man that promised his fiance that he would phone nearly a day ago. So with a newfound determination, I make my way back to the ops tent as

All the traveling carriages are all merchants trading their goods in and out of the manor while few are with their own personal matters like Pheia and her group whose seeking help from the Miracle Doctor for their sick patient. When there is no more than 5 carriages are left before them. Everyone inside their carriage felt extremely anxious, especially those who are weak-willed like Alani. This is her first time crossing the borders and she doesn't know what's going to be waiting for them on the other side. While Eren, Pheia's mom is quite anxious but not too much for her not to handle. She just thought about their safety especially her daughter, Pheia. But her worries are not much of a conc

He knows that she can't follow him there so he stays there longer until he is sure that she is fine before he comes out. He feels down…her words pierced his hardened heart but his mind is made up. He is not going to fall in love in his life no matter what! Marinette is still standing at his room door on the outside. She is thinking as she wiped her tears. "I know what to do. I will find that lady and convince her to marry him." Marinette says to herself as she wipes her tears again then looks at his room door and leaves. Adan comes out of the bathroom after he washed his face severally with running water from the tap. His mind is clouded up with different thoughts which he needs to let go.

Between the sides a dried little mussel suddenly fell on her lap. Mara slowly picked her up. Immediately the memory was back. Summer wind. Salt on the skin. The sound of the waves. She had found that shell with sixteen. At that time she had been sitting alone on the beach for hours and on the sea out. And for the first time, how great the world was. She remembered exactly what she wrote in the diary at the time had. Mara leaves searching through the pages. Then she found the entry. The ink was slightly faded.

The ink on the diary page had faded, like it had been touched by drops of water. Cassandra could tell her mom must’ve been crying while writing her thoughts down that day. Her eyes widened as she started reading the story written there — a story about what really happened that night. --- FLASHBACK “Marc, wait up!” Irfan called out, jogging after his buddy as they went looking for firewood. Marini bent down, grabbing some dry twigs from the ground. “Hurry up, or we’ll run out of daylight,” she said firmly.

I sniggered but caught myself, clearing my throat and averting my eyes to Elle who was now holding my hand and rubbing her thumb at the back of my palm. "Here," she handed me the mike. "Thank you," I said gratefully, taking the mike from her. "Good evening, everyone, so sorry for interrupting a lovely party and dragging you all here from your respective homes. My name is Marinette Karnowsky, half-sister to Marielle not by blood but by the marital status of our parents. I am new to your world, I only got to find out you all exist a few months ago when Elle brought me here. Since I was a child, I always knew I was different but I thought it was the worst, but coming here has changed that, made

Fishermen returned early, muttering of voices beneath their boats. The sea sang, faintly, like glass being touched by wind. Solenne stood at the shore again, humming back. Mira ran to her. “Inside, Solenne.” > “They’re not dangerous,” the girl said. “They’re lonely.” The sea responded—a pulse of light, expanding outward. --- Adrian rushed from the cottage, grabbing Solenne’s hand. > “Enough,” he said, voice trembling. “You can’t keep listening.” “If I stop listening, they’ll scream.”

All I could focus on was Sincere, the way his eyes kept finding me across the deck, dark and hungry behind that easy smile he wore for his friends. Marinette picked up on the vibe quickly. After a few knowing glances and one very unsubtle wink, she faked a yawn and asked one of the crew to drop her back at the marina. “You two behave,” she called as she left, but her grin said she hoped we wouldn’t. Now it was just us. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the water in deep oranges and purples. Soft music played from the speakers as Sincere led me back down to the private cabin, his hand warm and firm on my lower back.

I only wished he stayed more longer so he got the chance to know me more better. ~Miss Pretty She got stunned again when a message was written at the end portion of her notes. Having that nervous and excited feeling, she checked the date written. It was surprising Thyago made a reply again. Did he happen to write a response on every note she had written in this diary? With a curious mind, she started reading his reply. Dearest Miss Pretty: