Peincess Diaries Novels & Stories

Chloe sat cross-legged on the floor, the diary balanced on her knees. The first story still clung to her skin, electric and forbidden, like she had lived it herself. She traced the edge of the page, then turned it slowly, breath catching as more ink unfolded beneath her eyes. The next entry was written in the same hurried hand, but the heading was different: “Episode 2 – The Hotel Room.” Chloe adjusted against the wall, tucking her hair behind her ear. Then she began to read.

, he asked. "My mom's been keeping in touch, My Dad will probably die sad", she said. "Awwn I'm so happy for you, Beatrice", he said and kissed her on her on her cheeks. I started feeling very awkward, this wasn't my space. I left quietly back to my room. I started this series some days ago, decided to finish it up. About 3 hour later my door opened. It was Sebastian. "Hey", I said sitting up. "Why'd you leave?".

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.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

“Look what I dug up our teen diaries from that first summer here!” Betty’s eyes widened as I pulled out two worn notebooks. “Oh god, no. Don’t read those. I was such an angsty mess.” “Too late,” I teased, flipping one open. “‘Dear Diary, Daisy is so confident with her camera. Wish I could be like her. She makes this stepsister thing feel… nice. Safe. Maybe too safe?’ Hmm, interesting.” Betty snatched it, laughing embarrassedly. “Give that back! Yours probably says I was a boring bookworm who followed you around like a puppy.”

said Catherine. They nodded and followed her out of the room. As soon as they left, Gisella drew her drawer beside the mirror and took out her diary. She dropped it on the table and smiled as she wrote. " I'm Gisella Antonio and this is the story of my life. Although life wasn't so easy on me but I stood and fought an endlessly battle which I almost lost but finally won at the end. I once looked down on myself. Feeling so useless, aimless and unwanted. I felt like a curse rather than a blessing.

Her scent filled my nose as I walked in. Her room was neatly arranged with some designs of different cartoon and movie characters plastered on her wardrobe. I was going to leave anytime soon but I still needed to enjoy the feeling a little bit more. My eyes landed on something that caught my attention pretty well. It was sitting peacefully on the floor of the foot of her bed and I had to walk to it. It was none other than the one and only Gift's diary. "Wow, so beautiful." It looked like a dictionary. It was pink and white in colour, it wasn't protected with any security so I guessed that it wasn't too personal.

This room will never be inhabited again. Ayden's eyes caught a worn, blue diary lying lifeless on the floor. The man stepped his leg closer to the diary and picked it up. There was the name Cheryl in front of it. Cheryl Anastasia. The man opened it before he kissed the diary first. The adult male's body trembled as if he could feel Cheryl's presence in front of him. My name is Cheryl, not a cherry, not a cherry blossom, but a strawberry🍓🍓. I like strawberries 🤗🤗🤗

He stops bugging me for a few seconds when I feel a piece of paper appear in my hands. We're not supposed to use magic during our human courses. Is he crazy?? I smoothen open the crumpled piece of paper curious to see what's it in. "You're beautiful and you're distracting me Layla.." I smile at the note and hide it carefully so the teacher doesn't see me being distracted. The door opens up and the principal walks in with a boy I've never seen before.

Caius asked coldly. Nemiah thought for a moment as she looked him in the eyes. She felt that Caius was doubting her so she took the diary from the pouch she tied on her skirt. She hasn’t finished reading it yet, but she decided to give it to the prince. Her hands seemed glued to it as Caius tried to take it from her. Caius eyed her so she finally let go of the diary. The prince opened it and it made him frown seeing Aries’ name written on most of the pages. He closed it irritably and threw it at the deepest part of the lake. Nemiah’s eyes followed the diary as it sank deep down into the water. “Why did you..?!” She glared at him. The diary wasn’t hers but the hurt cuts deep down like that di