Monster High Diary Journal Novels & Stories

But that very move alone was what prompted yet another discovery. A more sudden and nerve racking discovery that paused me on my feet. My eyes zeroing in on it. Hidden in all the mess… a notepad. A red notepad, strangely familiar the longer I spent staring at it. “What’s this?” I reached for it, eyebrows furrowed. Feeling the smooth surface before flipping it open. And what I saw… it just stopped my heart for a minute. Breath hanging as i read the words; “Day 2; I met a sad boy, dear diary. A sad boy who doesn’t cry.”

I looked across the table, it was just us, Kavin was nowhere to be found. I rolled my eyes in annoyance forcing the food down my throat. By mid-afternoon, I was curled on the couch in the library, journal balanced on my knees. I’d never been the diary type, but my head was too full. I needed somewhere to dump the madness before it swallowed me. Entry 1: Malrik doesn’t eat. Doesn’t sleep much either. Moves too fast. Sometimes I blink and he’s across the room. My cheek… healed overnight. Not just healed. Erased. My eyes are getting brighter. Not my imagination.

my head is still filled with this insane images and I didn't need some boy problems now the locker room was empty when I got there, perfect just what I needed , silence. I sat down slowly, my hands trembling slightly as I opened my bag. the diary was still there, staring at the cover, the bright colors, the stickers filled it front and back, the pink, purple, blue, white, red, all the fucking colors you can think of, it was her, literally and metaphorically her, it was supposed to be filled with adventures and names of friends but instead it corrupted with one persons name, it's so sickening how someone turned something so bright to something so dark, my hands tightens around the book , tear

The way he says it, calm but commanding, is extremely magnetic. "I... I..." I falter, my cheeks burning. Kaziel leans closer, so close that I can feel his breath ghost across my ear. "Don't be shy, dove. You know how much I love your wild side." I glance down at the small journal hidden in my bag. My hand trembles as I pull it out, my heart hammering like a drum. "Here..." I whisper, my voice unsteady, knowing the moment I hand it over, there's no going back.

**David’s POV** Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again. I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.

she curiously asked. “Uhm... That was a journal, baby. Your personal diary... I mean, if you grow old someday, you will realize things... Things that you couldn’t ask to another person because you will be afraid or scared to make them think that you are weird or something... So if ever that you have some questions about yourself and you don’t know whom to ask it, you can write it down in here...” “Really? Will I be able to find the answer then?” “Maybe... As time passes by, if you read the first pages of this diary, you will finally be able to answer that question all by yourself. It’s because you already experienced it... That’s when you realize that you finally grow a lot over the long per

It was too vivid, too real to dismiss. It pleasured me against my will, forcing a release that left me shaking and hollowed out. No amount of silver, no holy scripture, could stop it. I’m tired. I’ve tried everything, yet I can’t escape this life. I am a monster.” --- Clap! The sound of a sharp clap echoed through the room as the book slammed shut. The figure holding the book lingered for a moment. It then used his fingers to trace over the worn leather cover and the grooves of the embossed initials: R.H.—Raven’s diary.

Stephen was taller and had a body frame that we could classify as 'built' so my view of what lay ahead in the spacious, antiseptic room was shielded at first, then revealed to me in a single motion. At first I didn't see anything special until my eyes landed on the small girl propped into a sitting position on the bed, her pen working speedily at penning words on a writing material that looked more like a diary. I felt like I was going to faint. AN: Now don't forget to comment and give me feedback. You know I love you as well. Please stay safe, fresh and avoid crowds till the next chapter my gees. Love, ✌illusionistic.

I sneered, interrupting him. His laugh seized, and he took a small step toward me. I struggled against the Mini Hulks grip and tried to step back, keeping the distance between us. “Do you know who I am, little mouse?” His hand reached out, and he wiped my bloodstained lip with the pad of his thumb. I hissed with pain. “You're an asshole.” I replied brazenly as I looked him square in the eye. “No, little mouse. My name's Amar Diamandis.” He stated proudly, arching a single brow.

“You can read my diary for now.” The boy opened the diary, looked at it and became sad like a cat that is outside and the rain started. “There isn’t anything written in it. I hope you didn't fool me.” The girl got scared. She left the hawk alone and ran quickly to the boy who looked at her in a way too serious to be a joke. She took the magic dairy in her hand, looked in it, and took a deep breath. “Can’t you see what it’s written?” “I can’t see anything. What should I see?”