Rowley Diary Novels & Stories

It's my husband's dairy and ahad didn't hide anything from me till now so - I thought . I am already warning you and afterwards if you regret don't come for help ok bye - spoke consy. I will not regret and bye huhh - I thought. I quickly locked the door and sat with the diary on bed by crossing my legs. And opened the first page of it. A photo fell from the diary. It was the picture of A boy and A girl.The boy is ahad as I have seen his young adult pictures. And the girl I really don't know.I kept the photo on table and started reading the first page of diary.

"I was right there is something If there is something between the two, both of them did not come to school yesterday and both have also given a same issue that i was sick sir Bhulshit" "Till yesterday i thought i was jealous but now it's getting on my nerves. I am getting angry seeing it" Suddenly he remember something. "I will get something from her diary now" He runs towards to his cabin and Jospeh open the dairy. "I will find his identity" Lol, Jospeh was still a kid. He opens the dairy. ••Now diary will reveal tomorrow•• • • • • • And otherside Ryan was searching for Merry he saw that Merry was sitting in the classs.

“You’re not just a mere mortal bride, are you?!” I stepped back, only to bump at something solid. A body. “Rowena? How—” “Open my journal.” Her voice is utterly authoritative, one that I just heard now. “Why are you doing this?” “Just do what I say.” So I did, ignoring the bloody handwriting on the first page. “Read the one dated on November second, year 2000.” I released a sharp breath, “It’s the day of your wedding!” “Read it,” she ordered. “Solemnly.”

David replied. ****** Two days later, when Rowan returned home from work, she found Flora unexpectedly in her house. As she entered the kitchen, she noticed it was empty. There were partially prepared dishes on the counter, and though the stove was off, the pot still contained warm and aromatic porridge. Confused by the absence of anyone downstairs, Rowan ventured upstairs to the second floor. Her room was on the right side of the stairs, while David's study and his own room were on the left. Normally, Rowan would never go near David's personal spaces.

My hands trembled as I unfolded the piece of paper. "Dear Jerome, it's me, Rayell.We're fine.Please don't worry about us.We made it to the snow mountain and are going to look for the Tear of Edith.There's no signal up here, so the only way to let you know that we're safe is through this carrier pigeon." As I read the letter, I covered my mouth with excitement. "Riley, it is from Rayell!" I exclaimed. "She's fine! She and Mr.Jones are fine.They're going to look for the divine flower."

All I know is that something has definitely shifted between us—and it’s not something I can ignore. The diary stopped there. That was the last page—the only one available, at least. The book was old, its pages had already turned yellow, and a few were missing. I didn’t know whether Reiley had torn them out himself or if there was another reason, but I could no longer read any further. A strange unease settled in my chest, a mix of frustration and an unsettling sense of loss, as if the missing pages held something crucial—something I would never get to know.

I asked no one in particular but the dusty jewelleries stared back at me giving me my answer. I turned to move but my leg hit the vanity drawer and I heard a small plop, “Ouch!” I winced in pain as I rubbed my toes, bending down to pick what had fallen, it was a book and it was dusty. Dusting it off made me cough repeatedly and I stared at the book turning the page open but every page as well was covered in dust although preserved. I dusted a few pages off and the crisp but clean handwriting stared back at me. I read the first page and Immediately closed it. It was Jonathan’s mom’s diary.I flipped through the book and realized that she had written a lot and even almost used up the book. I wa

As for Evelyn, whether she lived or died no longer mattered to me. When we returned home, I unpacked my bags one by one. Valerie had prepared an estate, so from now on, this would be where we settled down. While sorting through my things, I stumbled upon a diary. Its cover was faded, the pages curled from years of handling, yet it had been carefully preserved. Whoever owned it had cherished it deeply. I opened it gently and saw a few child-like words scrawled on the first page, ‘I’m going to marry Jace one day!’

‎ ‎The children felt us. ‎Rowan came often, sitting beneath the oak with a bottle of his vineyard wine, telling us about the pack, the grandchildren, the small dramas and joys of daily life. He spoke as if we could answer, and in the rustle of leaves or the sudden warmth of sunlight, he found his answers. ‎

It's a pretty book after all. But I still wasn't going to read it. Not after how annoyed and angry Isabella made me with the comments she made about Caleb. Maybe she had more to say. I was pushed by the temptation to open the booklet. But just as I did that, the door pushed open and my eyes flung up to the person walking in, my hand unconsciously knocking the diary back into my opened drawer before pushing it back shut. "Mrs Melissa Steele," Raymond sang quietly as he strolled in.