Monster High Diary Journal Novels & Stories

My diary was also packed in the bag. I'd always kept a diary, though Henry never knew. He took everything back to his rented apartment and accidentally knocked over a blue notebook. Picking it up, he recognized my handwriting. I was sentimental and couldn't bear to throw away old things, especially my diaries. Several volumes had gone missing during our move, but surprisingly, the one from high school remained. "July 15, Heavy Rain

But, The ones above were harder to reach, forcing me to stretch, my fingers roaming blindly across the upper shelves. Suddenly, something solid brushed against my fingertips. Frowning, I pulled it free. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. A black diary falls right at my feet. Frowning, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. My heart skipped as I picked it up, and curiously opened to the first page... A date stared back at me— it was 27th August, 2005. “A twenty year old diary in the bathroom cabinet? What the hell?”

And worst of all, he was holding my diary. My heart slammed against my ribs. The diary was private — pages filled with my thoughts, my fears, my confusion about the mate bond, the new abilities, and everything I had never told anyone. Seeing it in his hands made my stomach drop. Without thinking, I lurched forward immediately, aiming to grab it from his hand. My bare feet slipped slightly on the damp floor, and instead of reaching the diary, I ended up falling straight into his arms. My towel loosened, slipping down one shoulder as I landed against his chest. My hair was still wet, strands sticking to my neck and shoulders, and my skin glistened from the shower. The sudden closeness between

His skin is unmarked, perfect, and terrifying. I wonder if the diary is right. Did I just sign my life away to the very monster who poisoned my family’s future? I feel the weight of the diary against my ribs, a secret kept from the man who now owns my future. The sky-mount shrieks, sensing the tension, its massive wings beating a rhythm against the heavy, smoke-choked air. We lurch into the sky, the ground dropping away until the ruins of my home are nothing but a glowing, jagged scar on the dark earth.

🖱️Victor🖱️ The moment Sammy and Jane left the room with Jayden, the room felt different nAnd somehow more dangerous. I reached inside my coat and pulled out the diary. My mother’s diary. The one that only answers when it wants to. The one that showed me fragments of what was coming before I even understood them. My fingers tightened around it before I opened it. The pages that had been blank before now shimmered faintly. Then slowly, like ink bleeding through water, words began to appear.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

maybe because of her next statement"you were looking for his diary, wherent you?" Dr montoya dicided on honesty after calculating."yes, I was." "did you find it?" "no."she lied. Damaris Cain laughed nervously."but if you did what do you intend to find?" "I don't know. his travel goals, his horoscopes for the day, a dream plan he wants to make reality, a list of things he's greatful for--." "oh common ,you know better than that." "I just thought he might." "for what do you suggest?"

Flopping down on my bed, atop the huge bound of fluffy blankets in a myriad of shades of pink and purple, I pulled out my old diary and stared at the first page. Under the date, which was marked ten years ago, my handwriting stared back at me. It was less refined than it was now, but still loopy and curling and every i was dotted with a heart. Dear Diary, Today was mine and Rhi’s first day at the pack school. It was super scary but super fun! Someone tried to laugh at me for being an Omega, but Rhi punched them! Then we sat with the other Omegas at lunchtime and I met a boy. He’s two years older than me, but he’s soooo handsome.

I asked no one in particular but the dusty jewelleries stared back at me giving me my answer. I turned to move but my leg hit the vanity drawer and I heard a small plop, “Ouch!” I winced in pain as I rubbed my toes, bending down to pick what had fallen, it was a book and it was dusty. Dusting it off made me cough repeatedly and I stared at the book turning the page open but every page as well was covered in dust although preserved. I dusted a few pages off and the crisp but clean handwriting stared back at me. I read the first page and Immediately closed it. It was Jonathan’s mom’s diary.I flipped through the book and realized that she had written a lot and even almost used up the book. I wa

After a while, I dropped the toy and finally picked up the journal, I set the box down in the closet and opened the journal. The entries started on the sixth of July, 1995, and the first one went thus; The worst thing happened to me today, on my tenth birthday. I’m so broken. I miss X. It’s a secret we both share, friends. I didn’t want to believe it was Damon who had made this entry in this journal, because what in the name of vulnerability was going on? The Damon I knew couldn’t be this vulnerable. And his birthday was on the sixth of July? That was only a few days away…