Marinette's Diary Novels & Stories

Naomi’s. My gut tightened. If it was here, she wasn’t. That meant trouble. I grabbed it, shoved it into my pocket, eyes already scanning the room for anything else useful. Then I spotted a leather-bound diary tossed on the bed. Maria’s handwriting carved across the cover in firm strokes. I flipped it open without thinking. Pages crammed with her thoughts, sharp and unfiltered: Pages filled with her thoughts. Words about me. "Darian’s eyes cut through me, making me feel alive."

“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

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.

Marco started to say something, but seeing Dante's state, he shut his mouth. In the Chicago underworld, Dante Moretti was a legend. Cold, ruthless, always in control. No one had ever seen him look weak. No one had ever seen him shed a tear. But now, the legend was on his knees beside a filthy puddle, as helpless as a child who had lost his mother. Finally, they found it. Alessia’s SIM card. Dante clutched it like a holy relic, thinking maybe, just maybe, it held a final message she wanted him to see.

"When you were handing out the ceremonial wine, someone bumped into you, and the wine spilled on my dress. My mate, Kyle, wiped the stains off for me, and you even said he was attentive. You remember that, don't you?" Helena shook her head. "Nora, I did pour the wine for you, but nobody bumped into me, and neither did anything spill." I looked down at my dress, and she was right. Not a single drop of wine marred the fabric—it was spotless. "This is impossible…" I mumbled. Just then, Garrett stepped forward. "Nora, we've searched the entire territory. There isn't a trace of the mate you described. We've also asked everyone here, and no one saw a mate by your side."

She heard some of the Omegas laughing at her. "What did Wendy think, that she would find her goddess-gifted mate? Haha! Even mutes want fated mates!" It was Nadia Nicolas laughing at Wendy. Nadia was an Omega too, but she was closer to the Beta's family because Emma Parker was her friend. "A mute with hope, when we who can talk haven't found our mates. Useless Omega!" Rita Brown spat, her eyes shooting daggers at Wendy.

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.

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?