Monster High Diary Journal Novels & Stories

Her lithe fingers grazed over the dark brown leather cover, highly curious what the notebook was for - and why her mom had to stash it away and hide it. She unfastened the magnetic latch and opened the notebook to the first page. "June 13, 1994 Dear Diary, I'm back in New York. Finally. Oh, I've missed the city life..." K stopped reading and flipped the notebook close, her eyes wide. It was her mom's diary, a year before she was born. Her heart started to wildly thump against her chest.

The key opens a secret door in the basement which depends on you; are you going to allow humans to enter? The diary, you need it to trace the day, month or year, it is a mysterious diary only given to generations. There is a bunch of it in the secret door. They’ll appear to you if you plan to have a family. Lastly this pocket watch, it will let you travel anytime. Literally, any TIME. Sam we’re immortals... There are a few of us living in this planet. At his first day during 1940, he noticed that the fields were no longer emerald. Houses and establishments were built all over.

After hesitating for a while, he flipped open the diary to take a peek. It was a typical diary with many scribbles and writings. Gently flipping through the pages, he read the first few lines on the first page of the diary. 12-10-2020 So the doctor asked me to try to keep a journal and write down my personal feelings. Don’t know how that’s going to help but here goes nothing. Getting confused, Alex flipped through the pages, skimming through similar scribbles of how his day went and how his life was going in general. One thing was constant through the pages and it was how he kept on mentioning Alex.

Abigail's room, the laundry room, the balcony, he searched everywhere, but there was no sign of Flavia. Gladwin tried to calm himself down. He searched for his phone and intended to call Flavia. His phone must be on the nightstand, where Flavia usually placed it after charging. Sure enough, his phone was there. Right on top of an old diary that Gladwin recognized. The diary was covered in leather with the initials "F.Q" carved on it, specially made by a craftsman acquaintance of his. The paper inside was also custom-made at his friend's printing press, featuring butterfly illustrations with the initials "F.Q" beautifully drawn in the bottom right corner. Gladwin believed there was no other d

Do you hope it will find its way into human hands? I’m writing this for me. For future me. For someone like me who may need it. As for humans finding this, do you think they’re going to think this is real? That I was a real person who lived? Magic? Everything about my life will be picked apart. I’m just hoping that, if by some chance you find this journal and you are human, you enjoy this and possibly learn from my mistakes.

They never mentioned Kael. The conversation always revolved around my recovery or some trivial gossip about the pack. Half a month later, my body had basically recovered enough to move. One morning, I got out of bed alone to stretch my limbs. When passing the hallway, I accidentally heard two young maids talking in low voices, sighing: "I really didn't expect that Alpha Kael, so young and powerful, would..." "Shh, keep it down!" Another maid named Sarah saw me and hurriedly stopped her friend, lowering her head awkwardly.

"How could you possibly know all this?" Norman tilted his head, that unsettling smile still playing on his lips. "You think you're the only one with eyes and ears in this city? Please." He pulled a worn leather journal from his jacket, flipped it open. Inside, pages and pages of cramped handwriting. Dates. Locations. Names. "I've found a hobby recently. Journaling. I've been documenting everything related to you. Every time Damon lets his guard down. Every secret meeting, every whispered threat, every crack in the armor."

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

Because of her photographic memory, her ability to recall exactly what she had seen was top notch. All these years, she had dutifully written down every single vision she had seen, starting with the one of her and Hazel. It didn’t matter if she could change the vision or not. Whether it happened or not. She just jotted everything down. Perhaps one day, the diary entries would come in handy and she would get to save a lot of lives. With that in mind, she flipped to the next page where another entry awaited to be written and she sighed heavily as she wrote down the disturbing title; THE GRUESOME MASSACRE.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b