Novel & Cerita Spell Diaries

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!

“Football season, and it looks like our favorite couple is back on track. Where does that leave our little ballerina?” “Urgh!” I groaned out loud, tossing my phone roughly on the table. Then I turned to Hazel. “They couldn’t even spell my name right. It’s Bellarina!” “And who the hell sent a blast from the dusk pack! Everyone needs to get off my dick!” I knew the diaries were just being disrespectful to spite me, but I couldn’t be composed, because it was getting to me, and I wanted it to end. Someone had to put an end to whoever they were.

Davina’s POV They were all looking at me like I just spoke in a different language or something. “Her what?” asked Jude with raised eyebrows and a small smirk I felt like he was really trying to hide. “Her….grimoire. You know like… a spell book where you write down all the spells you know how to do so that people like me can benefit from that. It’s called a grimoire… or at least that’s what the people from the vampire diaries call it” I explained awkwardly.

“And mind you, it’s not a diary. It’s his secret book where he keeps the records of all the evil stuffs that he’s done over the years.” “Yeah,” Calistè nodded. “His secret evil diary. Look, you can call it whatever you like to. The point is that it’s a diary and that’s where the spell is. Don’t tell me you didn’t read it when you went to the library?” “How did you know about my visit to the library?” Rhea frowned. “Have you been following me longer than I know Calistè?”

Maybe he had been using this and I just was too blind to see it. I put the book back trying to match where it had been hoping he wouldn’t think I was snooping. Turning back to the book shelves I looked further at the many diaries. It brought back memories of the one I had lost but maybe I could still gain something from some of the other ones. I pulled out one but it was written in some weird style. I opened the diary but the words were jumbled. They weren’t even human. What was going on with it? I flipped through page after page getting entranced with the very writing until the book was snatched from my hands.

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.

Yet, there was an unmistakable presence that lingered behind. My eyes immediately landed on the disarray of belongings scattered around—a half-folded sweater draped over a chair, a pen precariously close to rolling off the edge of the desk, and a small leather book shoved clumsily behind a lamp. As I stepped closer, curiosity got the best of me. I pulled the book out, brushing away a thin layer of dust that had settled on top. It was a diary—Reya's diary. My heart dropped. I opened it carefully, flipping through the pages filled with notes from class, doodles of flowers and strange symbols, and the margins packed with her thoughts—snippets of poetry, quotes she adored, and random observation

I had been wet since the afternoon, when the memory of his voice and the stretch of him and the taste of us on my tongue had followed me through every ordinary task. I selected a different manuscript this time—an early 17th-century bestiary, fragile and beautifully illuminated—and opened it carefully in the center of the table. Then I stepped out of my shoes, placed my hands on the wood, and bent over exactly as he had left me the night before. The position lifted the back of my skirt. The air moved across my exposed cunt and the backs of my thighs. I could feel how slick I already was. I waited. At 12:03 a.m. the outer door opened and closed. Familiar footsteps crossed the room. The deadbol

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

Diana said with a conclusion in her voice. "Fine, but know that I do not agree with your decision," Sia reluctantly agreed, then went back to searching through the book. Minutes later, she stopped, and said, "I found it!" Diana rushed to look in the book too. All she saw were words written in that crazy language Sia put in her head. She would rather not stress her brain trying to understand what the words meant. She had enough worries as it was. After going through the spell a few times, Sia instructed Diana to sit on the floor, and then Sia stood over Diana with her hands on her head.