Peincess Diaries Novels & Stories

She added. “No one loves me for me.” My gaze shifted to both diaries on my dresser. Ariel’s diary was much smaller—something I could finish reading within days, yet it felt harder to pick than my colossal diary. “That’s not true. You have a friend, Jessie, right?” She questioned.

There was her rose-scented perfume, a stuffed animal she had liked since she was a kid, some colouring pencils, some bracelets, 5 shirts, a diary and just a couple of other things. I sat down, crossing my legs and took up the diary, curious to see what was in there. I opened through the pages and it was mostly just her colored drawings. It made me smile because she was the only one I knew who would get a diary and proceed to turn it into a colouring book. I flipped through a few pages and then came across an actual writing. Isabelle Idk, but I think I'm in love with S. I hope nobody finds this though cause it's kinda awkward for me to write in it. But like me and S better end up together. Al

NEW DIARY.... JANUARY 25TH 2028 My name is Chris, and I'm 18. I'm not a fan of dairies but my friend adviced it and I hope I can trust my diary since everyone around me seems to be fake. So, let's start with what happened on December 25th during Christmas celebration. We don't celebrate Christmas at my home, so I went over to my friend Alex's place, and he was alone at home too, his family has gone to church.

And I just had to pass out in front of him like some silly school girl in front of her crush! A shiver went down my body and then he spoke up. “Easy now, you are not yet ready to fight with me,” Cade said in an amused tone that had me straightening, despite the pains I felt. My eyes were trained on him. “How did you get your hands on my diary, have you read it?” I asked him, my voice sounded hoarse to my ears. The amusement in his eyes didn't leave. “Let's just say it was quite enlightening,” Cade said to me and I sighed heavily. My life is over, moon goddess, I'm ready to go now.

Before Khloe Lewis, my mother died; she clutched my hand and made me promise to give her diary to Foster Lewis, my father, without ever sneaking a peek at it. The moment he finished reading it, my father's expression changed. He slapped me hard across the face, and from then on, he beat me at the slightest provocation. A year later, my father remarried. Rachelle Lewis, my stepmother, was gentle and kind, always standing up for me and protecting me. Then my father let out a cold laugh and took her to read my mother's diary. When she finished, disgust twisted her face. She grabbed a cane and beat me until I suffered broken bones. After I came of age, I met Princess Coraline while hunting.

“See? He’s suffering. This is why I told you to find a dorm. Now poor Cade has to look at your disaster every morning.” I kicked his leg. “You’re one to talk. Your car still smells like old fries.” “My car is a palace compared to whatever you’ve done to his spare room.” He leaned toward Cade. “Has she cried yet? She used to cry when she missed home. You had to deal with that?” “She hasn’t cried,” Cade said. “Yet,” Miles added, delighted. “Give it time. She gets weird when she’s comfortable. Starts walking around like she owns the place. Wears those tiny shorts she thinks nobody notices.”

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

Nate stepped forward. “Who?” Elena looked at him. “The person who wrote it.” “Who is that?” “I don’t know.” She reached into her coat and pulled out another phone. She opened a page. Then she handed it to me. It was Sweet Rush. A new confession had been posted. The title made my blood run cold. THE GIRL WHO FORGOT. I opened it. The first line appeared. She thinks she survived three years ago. I couldn’t breathe. The next sentence appeared underneath.

He appeared so relaxed, so beautiful that she sometimes thought of their relationship as a fever dream. Just then, her gaze landed upon the Prince's desk. The pages of the diary kept clashing against each other due to the harsh wind. She realised its the one she gifted to Javier on his birthday. Curiosity got the best of her. Celina tore her eyes away from the Prince, who thankfully remained fast asleep, and reached for the diary.

''Jacop asks. Diana says he can have her, and before they know it, they are both kissing, and Jacop is struggling to untie Diana's dress from behind. Diana breaks the kiss and helps him, and Jacop stops to admire what at that moment belongs to him. ''Well then, don't waste my time, 'Diana says impatiently, getting Jacop out of his reverie. They kiss as Diana leads Jacop to her bedroom, and when they get there, they are both almost naked. Jacop throws Diana on the bed and removes her bra. He is shocked to find out that Diana didn't put on a pant and Diana doesn't seem embarrassed about it.