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Cilvia added. I stared at her for a few seconds before I reached in to the front pocket of my hoody, and pulled my little pink notebook out. "Why does Cane hate you? And what happened between you and Elijah?" I wrote down before I slid the notebook across the table towards Cilvia. She reached for the notebook and opened it at the last written page before she read it. Cilvia lifted her eyes to me. "I'm not answering that." She commented before she tossed the pink notebook towards me.

I don't need anyone's permission, that's it. I turned the first page and started reading it: "Dear diary, Hi... This is me Ivana. Ivana Williams, sixteen now. I bought you with the money I earned from the first ever salary I got in my life from tutions. You're not only a diary, but also now my friend after Miya.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

David's snoring in the bed beside me, oblivious to what had happened. His arm slung over the pillow where my head should be. But I'm here, in the dim glow of my phone screen, scribbling this out in my diary, because if I don't, it'll eat me alive. Today wasn't just a slip; it was a dive, headfirst into something I've been circling for months. Or years, if I'm honest. ***** At Zephyra Art Gallery, I didn't just let it happen. I started it. Me. Poppy. The good wife, the one who packs David's lunch with snacks, fruit and love notes. What the hell is wrong with me?

Via called, "You should be using your free time to take a break from the academics. Otherwise, you'll die a nerd." "I am not studying. It is a dear diary. You should start yours too." Her friend stopped her writing to respond. Via was aware of the purpose of a daily diary; she had read several books series of the Royal Diaries from their school library. Those kinds of fictional diaries of actual female figures royalty as a child throughout history. She was well knowledgeable of the unwritten rule that they are supposed to be personal. That means it should be a secret even from their closest friends. However, Via's curiosity wanted to read the thoughts of her friend.

Date: April 27, 2025 "Ah! I'm still confused. What was Grandpa attempting to explain in this diary!! It's such an old record, dated April 27, 2025, how am I supposed to figure out what it means in 2075? Kavya exclaimed angrily as she flipped through the pages of her grandfather's old diary, which he had given her ten years before his death. She has been reading it for ten years and has no idea what her grandfather was trying to say. Each time she reads it, the only thing she can't understand is," How can I believe this? I need someone who has witnessed the whole thing!" Few more pages were left to read in that Diary. "I'm going to finish up this today." She was about to turn the next page bu

But what she had shown him last night, as he held her in his arms and tasted her lips, it wasn’t the same Isabelle that he had just seen. On the table, near the half-empty coffee cup, was her little diary. What a strange person... In times like these, when everyone was using ultra-high-performance cell phones to communicate, when they were using notebooks to write, Isabelle still used pen and paper to write down her thoughts. Shawn felt tempted to open and read what she had just written and the temptation had the best of him. He leaned back slightly and looked inside the house, to see if anyone was in sight and then took the diary and opened it. He read the first thing that saw.

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

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!