Marinette's Diary Novels & Stories

"That's because you stole the radiance and beauty of the six moons, Annabelle." She didn't know what to say as she wasn't expecting him to say such sophisticated things which would make her heart flutter. "Thank you…Umm… but in the book," she pointed at the page, "The people hurled their weapons aimed at the beast with all their might. A serpent which lives beneath the sea known as the BAKUNAWA," she read from the page before turning to him with raised eyebrows before she continued reading, "So they made a harsh discordant mixture, frightening the monster away," she read before placing the book on the bed.

She could not help the smile that appeared on her lips. "Just breathe and relax, don't think of anything at all," Martha reassured, sitting close, over by the table, flipping through the pages of a thick, antique book titled 'Planes and Realms.' Aubrianne tried again. This time, it took her about an hour to calm her mind and nerves when Martha's hands suddenly moved vigorously over Aubrianne's chest as she spilled out incantations. Soon Aubrianne was embraced by a white light, like back when she first opened the box. On seeing this, Martha left the room and locked the door.

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.

He still felt sleepy and weak, but he wanted to talk to Will. "Marinette also recommended some nice places where we could get lunch," Will went on and let out a little chuckle "she got in trouble again. She was caught sleeping off after her countless warnings not to stay up watching her series. She really doesn't learn." Marinette? Who's that? Zayn questioned and he tried to speak again. A sound did come out of his mouth, but it wasn't even as loud as the beeping machines. Look at me, Will.

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!

Despite our growing hesitancy, Papa Mackie continued to lead us until we found ourselves standing in front of a small wooden boat with a single passenger that held the ores in both hands. We waited on the dock while Papa Mackie spoke with the man. Then we loaded onto the boat one by one. Papa Mackie didn't go with us past that point. It was just me, Sanders, and Rosette. I believe it was at that point that I realized something wasn't right. But since we were already in the middle of the warf, there was no running away. Dropping the diary in front of me, I looked at Mason as my heart hammered in my chest.

Her Marina. THE END

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,

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.’