Monster High Diary Journal Novels & Stories

Meh, right? Then there was the diary. Meg’s diary. I’d found it by accident one day while cleaning. I didn’t read much, just a few lines, but they’ve stuck with me. She wrote about pain, about betrayal, about things that didn’t make sense at the time. She talked about how she wished she could just end her miserable omega existence and how she missed her best friend Jax and her world, Red was too weak.

Instead, she shifted gears, asking, "What were you reading?" I snapped my fingers, and my journal reappeared in my hand. It was a treasured possession, filled with entries spanning the past 100 years. I had amassed a collection of these journals, each one a testament to my love of recording every detail of my life. I wrote about experiences, adventures, thoughts, plans, and ideas - nothing was left unrecorded.

Damon sat beside her . " Ahem Ahem ...I wanna party a lot ...I know uncle and aunt margie would never let me throw a party and neither do i have friends ....hope i'll make great friends till my next birthday ." read out a Damon mimicing Cynthia holding a diary in his hand .Cynthia stared at him with her mouth wide open . " Bloody hell Damon you stole my journal ." exclaimed Cynthia moving her hand forward to grab the journal back from Damon but Damon moved his hand upward so Cynthia couldn't reach to it .

I think I need to buy more because what is happening is so exciting for me. In just one day, I use two pages just to tell what happened in my day and how I narrate about what happened when I killed one of my classmates. My diary is literally my friend. He knows a lot about me rathe than a person who doesn’t know even a single fact about me. Even my family does not know the real me. Dear Diary,

I tried to reach it after I bent down. My brows furrowed when I saw my old diary, it was so old and I almost forgot about this. Slowly wiping the dust that covers my diary, I keep shaking my head trying to remember what this is for. "I used to do something like this?" I asked myself and slowly sat down on my bed. This journal is covered with a black leather hardbound but full of batman stickers?! What the fuck? I keep on examining the diary until I decide to open it when a message greets my eyes.

type gesture, and was about to take a swig, when Michael interrupted. “Whoa! Hold on, hold on!” He jumped into the center of our little circle, his hands clamped around several little test tubes, filled with a blue liquid. He began passing them out, and once everyone in our group had one, he continued, “I figured we’d all do a shot in honor of Danni’s 18th!” Danni looked at the vial in her hand questioningly. “What is it?” “It’s a blue kamikaze.” He replied. “Trust me, it’s good.” He flipped the top off of his with his thumb, and held it out, as he glanced around at the group. “Well?”

Hence where Tommy got the idea of blindness, bedridden and monster was puzzling to Alexis. “I am going to ask him when he turns to a great liar.” Alexis said to herself. “Austria1507” Alexis was stunned. “What are you saying?” “The password for the diary is Austria1507.” The secretary said screaming, and immediately she turned pale. “Just please, don’t make me a monster, release me please.” Alexis sneered. “Wow! That was quick.” Immediately she stood up and she remover her needle, she return them back to her wrist, then she turn to go, but she turn around and she said.

I heard the car engine start before i hang up the phone. Taking another deep breath, i leaned back on the bench after picking my Diary up. Flicking the lock open, i stared at my neath handwriting and at the top right corner of the first page, it bare the date of the day i started writing on my last Diary. Senior year of highschool...

Azrael gasped. “Thank you, for standing up for me.” I thanked Azrael and he nodded, I, then opened the book, reading the first page. “05/08/90 Dear Diary, I’ve decided to write a journal from now on, it sounds cool to have your life written on the paper. Let’s work together… but I actually don’t have anything to say right now, I’ll come back tomorrow.” I snickered at my mother’s words, my eyes beginning to water and I sniff them back in.

--------------------- Dear Diary… Listening to their plans just makes me realise how deep we are in the shit! I am not sure even with all the best planning that they can sort this. But I sit and smile and act like I have all the faith in them, not wanting to show any doubt in them. Wanting to look like I trust them, when in truth I am fucking terrified. It is me they want, me they will do anything to get a hold of. And I don’t doubt for one second they will get hold of me, one way or another. So I just hope these plans and ideas that my pack are coming up with are enough to keep us safe, keep me safe… ---------------