Peincess Diaries Novels & Stories

I opened the diary to the year where I met Pietro. February 27, 2001. I closed my eyes and tried recalling his face. Whitney sat down while looking at me, she waits patiently. I closed the door and hugged the opened diary. I knelt down and started thinking of that year. Slowly, I started chanting To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my forlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction

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.

Everything that she hadn't told me or she couldn't have the chance to show. I sat on the bed beside her and opened it. I wasn't ready actually for what I saw. The first page had her name, written in a toddler's handwriting with crayons. Undoubtedly, she wrote it. The diary itself looked so old. The first few pages were filled with her childish demands like "Why do we need to study?" "I hate school" "The math teacher is a witch" "The principal is also a witch. She scolded me because I broke that stupid girl's nose. She was bullying me. I want to break her legs too"

Keep shining my beautiful baby girl. This was getting weirder and weirder. I opened the diary and began reading: "My dear princess, On this day, the 25th of Augus 1995,I had thought of keeping a diary for you to reflect on for years to go.I wanted it to be one that you would thoroughly enjoy me reading to you.I saw us reading it togther years to come and I would be so proud of you my love that.As I stare at your little fit it's a wonder how you were able to come out of me but you did and that had made me the happiest mother in the whole world and I can’t wait to see you grow but I do want to be with you in every moment of your life. You are such a light to both your father and I and you woul

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!"

Too bold for her size. Just like her mother. God help me. “I wouldn’t dare trick the Queen of the D’evone empire,” I muttered, brushing a curl away from her face. “Chicken sandwich. Extra sauce. I’ll let Maria know.” She didn’t move. She narrowed her eyes. “And a unicorn diary. Pink. With glitter. Evelyn brought hers to school and it sings when you open it. I want one too.” I blinked. “You literally have six diaries. One even has your face on it.”

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

My panties rip. Cool air touches my pussy. I'm exposed. Zeke steps back. He pulls his pants down. His zombie cock springs out. It's thick and veined, the skin mottled green and black. Pus drips from the tip. It smells foul, like curdled milk and decay. Precum leaks in thick globs. Yellow and sticky. I gag at the smell. He grabs my hips. Flips me around. My face presses against the wall. Rough wood scrapes my cheek.

she said softly, and the words bled into her letter. I miss you. More than I can admit to anyone here. The council speaks of Kieran constantly, but they don’t understand. They never will. You are my mate, Darius. Nothing can change that. Even if the whole world turns against us. She sealed the letter with wax, pressing her signet ring firmly into the crimson pool. The crescent moon of Mooncrest gleamed faintly as it hardened. She whispered a prayer to the goddess—half for courage, half for protection—then tucked the letter into its envelope.

And I deserve to be treated like a human being. I hope one day I can read these pages without crying. For now, I'm just grateful that I'm alive, that I have a roof over my head, and that there are still people who care about me. Thank you, God, for bringing me this far.” She stopped writing and stared at the last word. A tear fell onto the page, slightly smudging the ink. Anna quickly wiped it with her fingertip, closed the diary, and held it against her chest. For a while, she remained seated on the bed, allowing herself to feel everything she had been trying to suppress.