Rowley Diary Novels & Stories

on the hide in his small clerk's hand and left the line open, and I do not think he will ever fill it in, and I do not think he means to. Rowan rides on his father. He wakes properly on the second morning, if there is a morning, and he is entirely himself, and he is hungry, and he tells Nesta a long story about a dog at Thornridge that he has already told her four times. His hands are cold, and they are going to stay cold.

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

I replied with a sigh. A few minutes later, Raymond returned. He sat down beside me, taking my hand in his. "What's going on, Noah?" "Owen found Josie's diary," I said, my voice trembling. "Apparently, it explains a lot. He’s on his way now." “Some good news at last,” Raymond replied. He planted a soft kiss on my forehead. “You’ve been so brave through it all, Noah. I couldn’t be more proud of the woman I married.” I blushed at his loving words.

Honestly, I was somewhat impressed, but my expression remained impassive, revealing nothing. Rowe handed me the key__ a plain brass thing that but could into my palm__ and clapped my shoulder once. "In needed of anything, reach out." He turned to leave. The city noise outside swallowed him. "After dumping my duffel, I showered off the journey's weariness and dressed in fresh attire." The folder Rowe had pressed into my hand back at the airpor sat at the desk__ thick, battered, and heavier than it looked. Sadie Arizona. Suicide case.

"What does that mean?" The question left my mouth before I could stop it. My eyes remained fixed on the old journal lying open on Cassius's desk, those three lines seeming to burn themselves deeper into my memory with every passing second. They didn't feel like a warning. They felt like a prophecy. Jackson looked uncomfortable, and that alone made me nervous. Jackson always had an answer. If he didn't know something, he usually pretended he did until he found out. Seeing him hesitate was never a good sign. When I repeated the question, a knock interrupted us. Before anyone could respond, the door opened and Elder Rowan stepped inside. Cassius and I immediately stood out of respect as the eld

"And when I got back after being buried in snow for hours, all I wanted was to sleep, but you brought me a bowl of mutton stew, even though you knew I hated mutton, and tried to force me to eat it. To you, what I need or want doesn't matter. "That's all I wanted to say today. If you ever find time to deal with the divorce paperwork, give me a call. But don't call me for anything else. There's nothing left for us to talk about." I forced a smile and gave a polite nod to the room. "Enjoy yourselves. Bye." I turned to leave. Clement rushed after me. But then, behind us, someone suddenly shouted in panic, "Clement, something's wrong with Madison!" "Madison, stay with us! Don't fall asleep! Can y

Elder Rowan stepped inside, carrying a leather folder beneath one arm. "My Luna." "Elder Rowan." "I hope I'm not disturbing you." "Not at all." His eyes briefly settled on the stack of historical records before returning to me. "I've come with a matter requiring your attention." I gestured towards the chair opposite my desk. "Please." Rather than sitting, he placed the folder before me. I opened it. Inside were several neatly organised reports. At first glance, they appeared unrelated. One concerned repairs to a grain store. Another requested additional funds for a village well.

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

The top-right corners of the pages keep crumbling into charcoal. I stare at the burnt diary. This is the diary of someone who must have gotten seriously hurt in that day’s blast, I think. Not many people survived the blast; I was one of the few who did. The diary is in bad shape. It doesn’t look as though the person to whom it belongs would have survived the blast. I open the first unburned page. There is no name. Just the initials—RD. ‘You’re late’, Shrey looks at me and says.

She knew first aid, so grabbing some smelling salts from the bathroom cabinet, she revived her daughter, applied some ice to her wound to manage the pain and then, assuring her that help would arrive any minute, she dashed outside in search for her husband. Natalie was still trying to make sense of everything, but her memories were quite hazy. She remembered going upstairs for her phone, but that was pretty much it, she couldn’t recall anything else. No, wait. The diary! She remembered seeing a diary wrapped in a bow on her dresser, and even remembered wondering how her parents had been able to sneak the diary into her room when they had been downstairs with her the whole time. Natalie recal