Monster High Diary Journal Novels & Stories

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters

The sun has said goodbye to rest for a moment while waiting for the time to shine again tomorrow. "I am presumptuous, but why must Juna? Yes, he is handsome. But, a handsome man is not him alone. Why do we have to keep the same feelings in one person?" Cheryl hugged her feet. Cheryl got up and turned on the light. The girl felt a lot of mosquitoes around her, begging for a drop of blood. Cheryl turned on an electric mosquito repellent. Chery immediately took the old blue diary she called Meredith. Yes, Meredith's name is too fancy for a worn-out diary that is always filled with tears all the time. Because Cheryl rarely gets happiness, and she has a lot of complaints that she sheds there.

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

He looked at me, and he was boring holes in me. I couldn’t move and stand there like someone has pressed a pause button. But Damien move forward and bent to pick up the Diary in his hand. I didn’t know if he was aware of this diary or not. He opened the first page and his eyes get wide in recognition. It won’t need any rocket science to know whose diary it is as a big picture was attached on its first page. He close his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself, but I know I was doomed today.

I knew from Dakota that a girl's diary was off limits, but drunk Drake didn't give a fuck. I took the journal to the bed and sat down as I cracked it open. There was a lot of mumbo-jumbo about school events and some bitch named Becky that she rambled on about for a few pages. Then I read the page that talked about her losing her virginity to Jason in the back of his truck and I quickly turned the pages. I didn't want to read that shit and wondered what the hell I was even doing readingthis. It was only making me feel worse, but when my eyes landed on a page that caught my attention, I just couldn't stop.

I can only conclude because this is not written in the diary either. "Does Duna actually know what a diary is?" I complained. After storing the ID Card and mercenary ID in the drawer, I took some packets of cookies from the cupboard and read the diary again. If I look again, the first few pages have been torn. Maybe Duna used to write a diary, but suddenly made this book into a notebook. Starting from the Xenobeast category, mercenary system, base system, to how to use guns and laser swords. January 27, 3043

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Mac's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it. Dear Diary It's been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck before leaving school.

“They found out I have the code. I don’t know how, but… I’ve seen them watching me. I’ve been followed. Two nights ago, someone tried to break into my place. I have to disappear, Lexi.” My voice trembled. “So what do you want me to do?” He handed her a single page—a torn scrap filled with symbols, numbers, and scribbled lines. It looked like chaos. “I need you to write this down. Copy it—exactly. Keep it somewhere safe. Somewhere no one would look. I’m burning this journal tonight. You’ll be the only person left with this.” I stared at the paper. My hands shook as I took it. “Pastor Dav…”

Our bedroom became a place to rest instead of a place to brace ourselves. I bought a journal in March at a bookstore near the foundation offices. Nothing fancy, just a simple leather-bound notebook. That night after the kids were asleep, I sat at the kitchen table and wrote about our life. The mundane, ordinary moments that felt like gifts. Monte is losing his first tooth and putting it under his pillow with such ceremony. Sophia refused to wear anything but her princess costume for three days straight. Four burning pancakes on Saturday morning and Monte telling him it was okay because they tasted good anyway.

Aside from his expensive, empty belongings, there was no trace of us anywhere. It was so clean it suffocated him. While sorting through Nora's desk, Marcus's fingers touched something hard caught in the gap of the drawer. He pulled it out. It was a forgotten diary. On the cover, written in childish letters, were the words: My Mister. Marcus's fingers began to shake violently. He opened the first page. [Date: My asthma hurt so much. Daddy went to hold Jacey because she was scared of the dark. Mommy covered my eyes and told me to call him Mister.]