Rowley Diary Novels & Stories

Joseph replied to him after he searched the bag. "What diary?" Dawson asked curiously. "It's an old diary, probably belongs to Samantha. In short it's a journal in which Samantha wrote many things" Joseph replied. "Is there anything important in it, that Ruby carried it along with herself to her grave?" Dawson asked hinting at the possibilities in it. "Maybe I haven't read it yet. But I'll report you shortly after I figure it out" Joseph replied and went away. It was after 20 minutes when he returned to inform him that Samantha actually wrote about her past which includes the history of her husband's accident and the case she filed against Mr Wayans.

“I told him to bring some of your stuff. Clothes. Toiletries. I didn’t want you to go back to your place yet.” My heart thumped. “You thought of that?” “I thought of you.” God. Why was that the thing that made tears sting my eyes? Rowan disappeared for a second and returned with a small duffel bag. “He’s gone. No one saw him.” I opened the bag. My favorite sweatshirt. My worn-out sneakers. The notebook I always kept under my bed. “You remembered this?” I whispered, lifting it out. He smiled faintly. “I remember everything about you.”

"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!" With that, I set the diary aside and stand up, taking a deep breath. It's now or never, I think to myself. I make my way back to the living room, my bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor. I plop down on the couch, feeling the cool leather against my naked skin. I grab the remote and start flipping through the channels again, this time without a st

I fixed my gaze trying to make her spill the beans. Trying snitching the diary of Harley Bieber. You might unravel a shocking secret.” Raymond's car horn caught her attention, “I am coming sweetheart.” She rushed outside. “Diary of Harley Bieber.” What could be so secretive that's about that diary? It must be out of Harley's consent. I rushed to her room to check on her well being. On her sketch pad, she's actually drawing Richard. He looks handsome, she had already completed the drawing. She sat on his lap, the reassuring smile on her face, while I gazed at them. It's actually enthralling.

The hum of the crowd dimmed to the soft murmur of families hurrying home, shadows stretching long across the cobbled streets. Rowan carried the small basket in his hand—half filled with Everleigh’s errands for her mother, half with things he had slipped into it when she wasn’t paying attention. Fresh honey cakes from the baker’s daughter, a bundle of herbs far too fragrant to be cheap. She had rolled her eyes when she noticed, but he had only smirked, daring her to argue.

He knew it. Pushed harder. Cum spurt again. Inside me. Warm. Came with him. No gush this time. Just clenches. Shudders. We breathed in shock. Stayed connected. His hands stroked my back. Soothed the sweat. Face-planted into his shoulder. "Love you, Daddy." He kissed my forehead. "Love you too, Riley. Our secret." Cleaned up quickly. Used tissues. Got dressed. Snuck back to the porch again. Played as normal.

You already know the answer, don’t you? The words replayed like a song she couldn’t shut off. Sometime after midnight, the phone chimed again. It’s not over. Look in his desk. She rose, barefoot, the floor cold under her soles. In Mark’s study, dust motes turned in the beam of her flashlight. The desk drawers resisted at first, then slid open with a sigh. Papers, blueprints, envelopes — nothing strange. Until the bottom drawer. Inside lay a folder labeled Rowen — D. Accident Report.

POV: Lilah Legend arrived in the form of a badly drawn comic. “Mama, look,” Rowan said, barreling into the kitchen with a stack of crinkled paper clutched in both hands. “We made history.” I glanced up from the pot I was stirring—Morwen’s “approved” stew recipe, which apparently involved exactly seven herbs and no substitutions unless you wanted your eyebrows hexed off. “Oh?” I said. “What did you burn down this time?”

She went in and got the insurance schedule, and it was exactly where he had said it would be, and she should have walked out again with it. The drawer on the left hand side of the desk was open about two inches. She would think about that afterwards a great deal, and she never satisfied herself about whether she had opened it or whether it had already been open, and it did not particularly matter, because either way she looked into it. Her diary was in the drawer. It was lying flat with the broken lock on it and the corner of the cover bent where it had caught on a floorboard for three years, and Olivia stood in her husband's study with an insurance schedule in her hand and looked down at el

No one admonished me, not even Neil, and it was only after his passing that I found my faults within his diary. Turning to the last seventh page of Neil's diary: "On the second day at the castle, I anticipated it to be a splendid one, with breakfast followed by a leisurely stroll. But then I saw him, that person outside the aquarium. It turns out he was Rainey's boyfriend, Cole. I was terrified.