Roxas Diary Novels & Stories

"Mom, I just saw a Lamborghini Murcielago coming out from the direction of our mansion." Roxana said in a daze. "I haven't seen anyone come to our house in months." Roxana wears a short, tight dress, just enough to cover her sexy butt. Roxana's whole body gave off a strong smell of alcohol, red lipstick smeared, mascara smeared on the corners of her eyes. Last night she must have had such an orgy that she didn't come home, and it was past dinner time when she came back red-rimmed.

VANESSA I opened the plate, rice with Banga sauce stared back at me. Today was egg and diary product day. I had a food schedule that I followed to the letter. On Monday, I had pushed the food away from me and stood up quickly. That turned out to be a mistake,because I felt so dizzy that I nearly plummeted foreword. I clutched the wooden chair for support, my legs felt numb.

Six years later, I was invited by my best friend to return to the country for a gathering with my former classmates. In these six years, I had traveled around the world. From the Northern glaciers to the prairie in Aswata, the towering rainforest in South Agrela, and the beaches of Oshuria—I visited them all. My travel diary had become a best-selling book, and the photographs I had taken had also won a global award. I had finally become the person I always wanted to be. I was free, independent, and full of spirit.

Ann clapped her hands and snapped her fingers, “Smart girl”. Roxana laughed, shaking her head. She and her friend were having their moment. “I wish we could cheer for this but alcohol isn’t allowed in the hospital ward,”Roxana jokes. Her friend laughed, raising her head up. “When you are healed up. We will cheer for it. I promise,”Ann said. Roxana has an idea. “I should have a picture of how badly I was hurt by him. So, if I try changing my mind and I look back at the pictures I will be strong hearted”.

I say turning my back on the jackass who tried to push her out of his way. Roxis is a quite girl and tends to sink into herself around aggressive men. I've seen it for a while. I wish I could help her. But I don't know her full situation. I could take a guess, but I don't want to get the girl in more trouble at home.

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.

Looking through Sasha's diary page by page, it seems that every page is related to Kacy. Blaky Sudan unconsciously recalled that Kacy was like a little tail behind Sasha, and Sasha loved her only sister. A soft radian is drawn from the corner of the lips. At this time, Blaky Sudan seems to be back in the same year. Until, the date of the diary is displayed on December 3, 2010. Seeing the opening words of the diary, Blaky Sudan's hand suddenly tightened and subconsciously closed the diary. He remembered that day was Sasha's coming of age ceremony. They also held a party to celebrate Sasha, but they never knew it. That day became a nightmare of Sasha's life!

The moment she recognized me, her face lit up, and a huge grin spread across her features, illuminating the entire diner. I strode over to the table, a charming smile spreading across my face. "Roxy," I said, executing a gallant bow before taking a seat across from her. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she chimed out a cheerful greeting. "Hi Raphael!" I leaned in, my curiosity piqued by the scattered papers and notes covering the table. "What are you doing?" I asked, my gaze roving over the impressive collection of supernatural research. It appeared she was compiling some sort of comprehensive guide, and I found myself intrigued by her dedication to the task. The papers were covered in Roxy

my bitchy subconscious asked She is my biggest enemy, I'm telling you. "yeah because I say the truth. He ain't gonna be yours sweetheart so stop dreaming about him." Again she butted in "like I want him to be mine. He is like flames and I'm like a Rose and everyone knows that flames turn everything in ashes including Rose. He hates me reason is unknown but I know this fact" I told her and got no response from her Good thing! I finished my coffee and muffins and decided to scroll my Instagram feed as it's only 03:45 am but that's my one of biggest mistakes as Suddenly a notification popped in my phone and I saw Zarun bhai jaan is texting me.