Quotes Anne Frank Diary Novels & Stories

She was on the verge of shutting it back when her eyes caught it, a short pink book. The only feminine thing in all her belongings. The Pandora's box she has unleashed! A personal diary! Anabelle's Diary. She picked up the book and discreetly wrapped it in her maxi. She was about to return to the living room when a harsh voice spoke to her. “What are you doing here?” “Uhmm…. arranging the room,” she said, avoiding Drake's harsh voice and strong enough to respond immediately.His furrowed brow mirroring his blunt remark earlier didn't change,instead it intensified.

It was one of those automatic gates. "What are you waiting for? Come on out. We don't have all day," Anne urged as she waved at Zara. Zara gulped before stepping out of the car. Anne nodded in satisfaction and led her in. Anne offered her a glass of milk as she went to work preparing everything for the video. "Can I help?" Zara offered. Anne only bobbed her head at her. "Focus on your lines. That's the most important job nd the reason for all this," Anne pointed out.

However, before she could leave, she replied to his message once again. Anne: [In that case, wait a moment. I'll prepare it and bring the food to your office.] Kaivan: [Ok, see you later] With a sense of urgency, Anne packed the lasagna she had cooked earlier into a silver lunch box. Before leaving, she changed her clothes and applied a light makeup to her face. She ensured her appearance was perfect before meeting her husband. Feeling confident, she strolled out of the room. Along the way down the hotel corridor, she kept a continuous smile on her face. She responded warmly to anyone who greeted her. When she arrived at Kaivan's door, she confidently turned the doorknob to enter.

"My eyes were suddenly hit by the headlights, making her frown extremely." Anne suddenly laughed out loud, "He's so satisfied, he has the tools to die when he thinks he's dead." at a distance of 500m, so she could think, "If God has satisfied me, please give me a chance to do it again. I won't be as stupid as this life." Anne had just finished thinking that the car was still 50 meters away from her. She did not hesitate to rush out into the middle of the road, tearing her skirt so that she had to brake quickly. The shrill sound was intended to stop the car, but a "boom" confirmed the last moment of Anne's life.

] The words were written neatly, confidently, and with an air of authority. My hand trembled as I held the pen. Was the person on the other side the seventeen-year-old Ryan? Before I could process this, more words appeared hastily: [You still haven’t answered me. Who exactly are you?] I quickly responded to his words: [I’m Anna White, thirty years old.] [The person you’ll become will hurt me. So, the seventeen-year-old Ryan, please stay away from me.] The diary fell silent. Ten seconds later, the pen carved sharply into the paper: [That’s impossible!]

A little later I struggle to let go but Anne won't release me. "I can walk by myself, you know? " Yes, I know... but there's something I want to ask you and I don't want you to run away" I'm dead. Poison, thirst, illness, hunger, wounds, the jackal, I've been through so many hardships, just to die at the hands of a psychopath in a forsaken forest. "That day…" Anne blushes a little "that day, did you see anything?" Yes, I could saw everything. You dropped your pants right in front of me, you have a nice figure by the way.

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

It was getting little, but it was just as severe the thinner it became, like a bird caged in a lock. A butterfly whose wings have been clipped. My circumstances resonated closely with Ann’s. I could understand everything she wrote because I have been there. Those words she wrote had been so heartbreaking that tears pricked at my eyes as the last entry drew close—fear of the unknown. Anticipation, hope. A different mixture of emotions took hold of me. I didn't know what I was going to see. I didn't know if the last page of the diary was going to unravel my misery.

Every shadow looked like a hunter come back to finish the job. At some point I gave up and lit a candle. I pulled out the small leather journal I’d carried in exile—the one where I’d written everything I dared not say aloud. Pages of rage and grief and questions. I flipped to a blank one and started writing again, trying to untangle the knot in my chest. A soft knock at the door made me freeze. “My lady?” A maid’s voice, young and nervous. “There’s… there’s something you should see.” I opened the door a crack. Little Annie stood there, barely sixteen, wringing her apron.

"You won't want to Liam, and I don't blame you, it was horrible," She let out. "But I still want to know, we need everything we can get to lock these people up for a long time," "Yeah, well, I think the most horrible event was watching Seventeen women get burnt alive," She revealed and he had his mouth opened in shock, he couldn't shut them when if he wanted to, Seventeen was a lot, he couldn't wrap his arms around why they would burn Seventeen women alive, he suddenly remembered a part he had read in Annette's diary, she didn't go in details, no it was more like she was writing a poem and he had thought that it was just a sad poem, bit now looks like it was a real-life event.