Rowley Diary Novels & Stories

But still, Rowan had changed, even if no one else saw it. "I’ll be right back," I said, finally grabbing the journal from my nightstand. "Fine," she mumbled, flopping back on the bed. "Go deliver his stupid diary." I rolled my eyes, trying not to laugh. "Just calm down, Millie." I left my room and walked down the hall, the familiar smell of his cologne faintly wafting from his half-open door. He was sitting at his desk, scrolling through his phone, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, like he’d given up halfway through getting dressed.

Luckily for her, she thought, was the fact that she could just cut the little strip of leather that closed the journal, something she didn't want to do unless it was absolutely necessary. "Let's see here!" She tried the numbers Niall Davis had given her before, their wedding anniversary, and gave a loud yelp of pleasure when the strap fell open. "I'm in!" She answered officer Bailey's questioning look. She settled down to read as his voice droned on in the background. Riley had left the house hours ago to go make the rounds on the farm. The last sick calf was finally back on her feet and the way his men run things there really wasn't any need for him to be there, but it's something he liked

When he got there it was almost late, he was the last to get in the car. He sat down beside a girl but paid little to no attention to her. He opened up his diary and started writing. "Is that a diary? I have one too." A soft girly voice asked it was the girl beside him. He looked up and she was in the same uniform as he was. She was so beautiful he couldn't make himself answer her question. He just kept staring with his mouth half-open. "Is something wrong with my uniform? I just got it. It's my first day, you see?" She said with a smile.

"Mr. Mattel, dinner's over. You can leave now." Leave? Rowan had no intention of leaving. And it wasn't just for today—he had no intention of leaving at all. He walked over to a pile of books, picked up the notebook sitting right at the top, and crouched down in front of Rowley. "I heard you're interested in finance. This is a summary of my experiences over the years. It'll definitely be helpful to you."

Slowly, she opened it. The first thing she saw was handwriting, familiar and bold. Her breath caught in her throat. Her chest tightened as her eyes fell on the neat scrawl of a name on the first page: NATHANIEL MULLER This was Nathaniel’s diary. For a moment, she hesitated. Then, with trembling fingers, she turned to the first entry. ********** July 21st, 2016

Mable Bell said, "Be brave, Flora. Take it as my reward for saving you. Open it up, and see the truth." My tears flowed down. I knew that this was something I had to read. I opened Cody's diary and read it word by word. The diary was written after Cody got married. In the beginning, he wrote a lot of thoughts about my mother and his complaints about Caitlyn Christian. I already knew these things, so I wasn't surprised. But soon, I saw the calendar before and after my father's death.

I poked Clark's cheek causing him to look at me and sparingly smile. “What are you thinking?” I asked. “About what is happening right now, it is not normal anymore. I do not want to think any bad things but I cannot help but to think something really unusual,” he answered. I just shrugged my shoulders because of his answer. I just stood up and went to my seat. I opened my bag to get my diary and immediately walked out of the room again to go to the back of the University. My dairy was almost full because half of it already have entries. I think I need to buy more because what is happening is so exciting for me.

Adam closed the diary slowly, his fingers lingering on the edge like he was holding onto the last line a second longer than he needed to. He stared at the cover, quiet for a beat. “…Alright, Theo,” he muttered. He leaned back, exhaling, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he processed it. This one didn’t hit as hard as the others. No power plays, no domination games, no calculated manipulation. Just a guy who lied… and then got in too deep to control it.

It made no sense to go on dreaming of a life with her; Isabelle wasn’t his, she would never be his. The other night, he had gone out on the terrace to get some fresh air, and without realizing he had hit the basket filled with Frannie and Diana’s toys. The diary, strangely hidden among the stuffed animals and the dolls, had fallen to the floor and opened. Billy took it and read what was written on one of the pages.

I walk to the door to check if it's locked. After checking it twice, I move to the window and lock it before losing the curtains. I look around to see if everything is set. And yes, we are good to read! I run to the cupboard and take the diary out. This diary smells like old times. I brush it a few times while walking to my bed. I lay in the most comfortable reading position I can find before opening the diary. 'Rily Dencer.' I turn the page and see a picture of a young girl. The picture has become yellow because of time maybe but still can't hide the beautiful lady beneath it.