Marinettes Diary Box Novels & Stories

I picked up my phone and called one of my most trusted guys. “Get to the main house,” I ordered, voice firm and leaving no room for questions. “Go straight to the attic and bring me the locked box from Caddy’s old room.” “Yes sir,” he answered immediately. The box arrived by mid-afternoon. It contained everything from that night—her favorite teddy bear, the sweater she had worn, the glass we had drunk from, the bedsheets, even the pillows. I wanted to feel close to her again. I reached for the teddy bear first. That’s when I found the diary tucked at the very bottom.

“Hello, I’m Mariana, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please don’t be mad at Marylin, she’s been nothing but an angel to me, if it weren’t for her, I’m not sure I would have been able to return home.” “No problem,” Dana said. “I can never be mad at her for helping you.” “Thank you!” Mariana went in again and returned shortly with a small book in her hand. She gave it to me and before I knew it, the little book began to expand and increase in size until it was just the right fit for me. It had the words ‘DIARY’ written in front of it. “It’s a magic diary,” she told me. “I’m sorry,” I told her. “I’m going to have to refuse this, I could never keep track or even keep a diary.”

I go straight to the drawers. Inside the first is nothing. I go to the second, and in the very right corner, there is a little blue box with a white ribbon forming a bow on top. But it isn't just any blue box. It is Tiffany's blue box. Holy crap. I slide the drawer closed and pull out the third. Great. Three magazines with our photos as the leading news. Maria finds me in his office and gives me a bunch more magazines, and I run upstairs to the bedroom.

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” “If I’d known I’d buy you a Porsche, I might not have splurged on this.” I shot him a glare, because I was so not accepting a Porsche from him, but he just grinned and placed the box in front of me. “Open it.” I pulled off the thick silk ribbon, draped it around my neck like a scarf, and flipped the lid open. Nestled in crinkly tissue paper sat a blue, leather-bound journal. A golden clam shell was etched into its cover, along with a swirly font proclaimingSirena’s Story. “What?”

Cheap old things: a few well-worn medical books, a wooden jewelry box with the paint chipped off, and a torn photograph. I pieced the photo fragments together. A family portrait. Raven holding a small, braided Sera, Marcus standing beside them. It had looked like a happy family once, except Marcus's face had been cut completely out with scissors. At the very bottom of the box was an old notebook. The cover was badly worn, the corners curling. I hesitated, then opened it. It was Sera's diary. The handwriting went from crooked child's strokes to a neat, clean adult hand. It spanned more than a decade, though a large section in the middle had been torn out, leaving only scattered pages.

By mid-afternoon, everyone understood the pattern. Naomi explained the beginning. Adrian explained the protection. Arthur would explain the motive. We gathered around the shelf carrying his name. Four boxes. Only four. Compared to everything else, they seemed strangely small. Mara opened the first. Letters. The second. Meeting notes. The third. Personal journals. The fourth stopped the room cold. Inside sat a single binder. Nothing else. No loose papers. No photographs. No folders.

The boxes and everything there were labeled. "Ten minutes," Madison whispered. "Move fast." I took the left side. Cole took the right while Madison searched the back. The first box contained clothes from different schools and Yearbooks with Victoria's face smiling from every page. The second box contained art supplies and notebooks filled with handwriting. Then the third box contained photographs. I gasped. There were candid shots of Emma crying in a bathroom stall, broken at lunch and Emma with her ex-boyfriend, the one Victoria stole. "Madison. Look at this." She came over and went pale.

He didn’t even blink. Marcelline breathed in slowly, forcing her shoulders to stay relaxed. “We’ll see.” Marcelline crossed the room toward a polished oak cabinet by the wall. Tucked discreetly at its base was a small box—plain, worn, the only container for the possessions she had chosen to take. Her hand barely brushed the handle when Selene’s voice lashed out. “Stop right there.” Marcelline stilled, turning slowly. Selene’s lips curved into a cruel smile, her perfectly manicured finger pointing at the box.

Nothing of note, though—personal paperwork, old family photographs, some random knick-knacks. Moving to the main bedroom, Lilith searched the vanity and dresser, then the side tables, even under the mattress. Nothing. She was beginning to lose hope when she noticed something peeking out from under the bed. It was a small, ornate wooden box with a lock. After some searching, she located a key hidden in the false bottom of the bedside table drawer. It fit perfectly, and the lock popped open with a satisfying click. Lilith’s brows shot up at what she found inside. It seemed to be Margaret’s personal diary, and after flipping through the pages, Lilith found several entries of interest. One of th