Monster High Diary Journal Novels & Stories

{About who and what I am, or was if I am dead, oh baby girl. "Mom? Who are you?" {About his world and my world. Oh, baby girl, I wanted you to experience as much of an everyday life as I could have given you. I know it was not much. Please forgive me. There is a diary with all the details of your Father's and my relationship, a picture of your Father, and behind it is his name and contact info should you decide you would like to meet him.

He whispered once again to my ears. He was handcuffed and taking away. My parents Daniel and his mother came running in. My mother collapsed out of shock for what has happened to me. My Dad was shattered. My hands and legs were untied. I gathered the last strength that I had and spoke to them. “Daniel there is a diary in the house. I locked it in a safe box. The password is 4810. Go through the diary”. “You will find out all the answers to the question you have concerning the very first evening that we met in that restaurant”.

Keep shining my beautiful baby girl. This was getting weirder and weirder. I opened the diary and began reading: "My dear princess, On this day, the 25th of Augus 1995,I had thought of keeping a diary for you to reflect on for years to go.I wanted it to be one that you would thoroughly enjoy me reading to you.I saw us reading it togther years to come and I would be so proud of you my love that.As I stare at your little fit it's a wonder how you were able to come out of me but you did and that had made me the happiest mother in the whole world and I can’t wait to see you grow but I do want to be with you in every moment of your life. You are such a light to both your father and I and you woul

Seconds later, he lifted his gaze toward Logan. “How did you discover all this?” he questioned calmly. “There was a journal inside the hideout Monica stayed in,” Logan explained. “She practically documented almost everything. Her past plans, future intentions, revenge motives… all of it.” Logan then placed the thick book carefully on the desk. “Here it is.” Only then did Maverick realize Logan had been holding onto a book the entire time. With another sigh, Maverick opened the journal and silently skimmed through several pages. Minutes later, he shut it close before lifting his gaze back to Logan.

The edges were frayed, and the leather was scuffed. I pulled it out. On the inside cover, written in a cramped, youthful hand, was a name: Gideon Moore, Age 10. A diary. I sat on the floor behind the desk, the notebook heavy in my lap. I felt like a thief, but I couldn't stop myself. I opened to a random page in the middle.

She glanced over at Elysian whom had a smile on his face too. She slowly opened the diary, The pages in the diary were getting old and dusty, The diary didn’t seem to have much words like all other diaries,But it didn’t seem like it was meant to help them in their quest to save Ma.Coco "Nothing in here is helpful!" Aurora says sadly and Elysian collected the diary from her and tried to read it but he could see the same thing, It wasn’t going to help them in anything, It was full of gibberish.

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.

After Lilac fell asleep again—her hand still resting over mine, her breathing finally soft and even—I got up. I didn’t turn on the overhead light—just my laptop and the small lamp by the desk. My journal app open on the screen. I was never big on handwritten journals, mostly because, as Darius likes to say, I have the handwriting of a serial killer. So, instead, I designed this secure journal app to keep all my private thoughts written out, not always in a manner that makes sense to others, but I always understand. The cursor blinked on a blank document, quiet and expectant. It was time. Not to fight, not this second. But to say something.

Turning back to the diaries, I hoped I would find something in them that offered an explanation as to what kind of spell was cast on the filing cabinet and what it was potentially protecting. Grabbing the journals from the desk, I took them into the master suit and made myself comfortable at my desk. I didn’t have much time to read through them today. I only had an hour left before I had to high tail it back to Yen’s. Setting a timer, so I wouldn’t lose track of time, I delved into the first journal. [Date: April 8, 1862 Dear Henry,

It's like I have control of my body but I don't at the same time. We get to my mom's room. I- or better yet, it pushes my mom's door open. I feel myself walking over to my mom's wardrobe. What the hell is happening?? I slide it open and see a safe. Whatever it is controlling my body is probably trying to get into that safe. But I don't know the combination and I bet it doesn't too. I feel my hand move and as soon as my fingers touch the safe, it unlocks. There's money, a gun and... the box. The box where my mom put half of my magic in. I haven't seen that in a long time. I never wanted to see this box again.