Novel Diary Of Canva Novels & Stories

I don't care about their judgements and what anyone thinks the world could perish for all I care. I slipped my flip flops and stretched my tired limbs. I had the best sleep in months. Who wouldn't? My plans are close to actualization. I walked to my drawer and picked my sacred diary, diary of sins and ran my fingers on the surface before spreading the first page and his name popped up. "ADRIAN CUBAN." In bold letters and a hot tear rolled down my left cheek.

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

Ava’s POV “Concentrate, Ava,” a voice said in my head. I took out my little diary from my bag and started a sketch of Chris—my imaginary boyfriend. Someday, we’ll stroll the streets of Elitis High holding hands, I wrote beside the sketch. Kia and her friends barged in, snatching my diary and holding it up for the class to see. Kia knew her rival, so she vowed to frustrate me and make me tired of school. But I wasn’t giving up on Chris.

I'm sure you'll know it's him when you cross parts with him* *If you find a girl or a boy(hopefully it's a girl hopefully she's lovable enough for you. You know what I mean) with the frequency, she will need the journal. Not this one. There's another journal. She probably won't be able to read it until she's ready, but when she is, the Harland collection has a companion text that describes the process. The companion text is called the Respondent. If the man has the collection, he may have the Respondent too.*

'' Novella Novella walked out of the room with her in pieces there was once a time she was deeply in love with Kanji. Two years ago Novella Committed a sin to save Kanji from Debt Collector there was a time where kanji was on addictive drugs. it was an impossible situation Novella Hid this from her Parent she would offend pay off his debts. But when she couldn't pay in gold she had to pay by other memes. The Result end up saving Kanji's Life but it broke their relationship but the truth was they were both still in love with one another.

CADDIE May 10th 2018 “OH SHIT!!” I whisper as Vanko and his boss come walking through Chad's office. I stare straight into his eyes gobsmacked, captured in his line of vision with eyes that glowed with intense dismay as they narrowed into thin slits. I felt myself being picked apart with his judgement as his jaw clenched and his body tensed. His eyes move to the side of the room, I follow and gasp when they land on Jaxson as he sleeps inside his stroller.

On the second page, she wrote the words. PERSONAL PROPERTY BY ARABELLA MADRIGAL On the next page is the date that day she wrote on the upper right part. She then began the story by writing two words. The Dear Diary ... Still with a beautiful smile that Ara started to write down all the happy things that happened to her that day. Because if then she tried to deny her feelings for Daniel, now she does not. She has accepted everything and she is willing to embrace the whole truth that Daniel is special in her heart and this is the reason and will be the hero of her diary.

"I almost succeeded last year before I started writing a diary of my life. When I held the knife in my bedroom in Port-Harcourt, I was standing next to a blue cupboard that had cracked glasses. The same blue cupboard that Dad used when he got married to Mum. Dad kept a couple of fancy items we never used inside the cupboard. He believes in preservation so do I. The day I held the knife was on Monday morning. Nobody was at home except for me. Christle and Danny had left for school. Dad had left for work while Mum went to visit one of her friends. I didn't go to school because I told them I had malaria. I told them I was sick and they believed me. It was obviously a lie and they still believed

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.