Spongebob Diary Novels & Stories

After crying for a long while, she drew out her diary and wrote: "Dear diary, Klaus has hurt me again. I knew getting into Washington College was a terrible idea. This is going to be hard, but I promise myself that I'll end these feelings I have for him, starting now... so my heart won't hurt any longer." - [NEXT MORNING] Vincent was busy making breakfast when Morticia walked into the kitchen. "Ahh!" he jerked at the sight of her, almost spilling the water he was holding. "What the hell do you look like that for?" he mumbled. Her face was pale, last night's makeup still smeared, and her eyes were slightly swollen, and her lips parched. Morticia ignored her brother and went to get the cereal

"But he should feel bad since it's his fault my diary is ruined." "That's not how to talk to a kid, he's just six." "But all those important stories I captured about my life, are gone. Can he write them all back?" I argued. "He loves sketching. Why don't you just encourage him instead of nagging him? Try to act like a big sister and not be a tyrant." "By the way, I read your diary and the things you wrote were silly. You farted in a pool when you were ten and you married your toy Sponge Bob Square Pants when you were five." John cackled loudly, "I wish I was around to witness that."

“Thank you.” “It’s all good.” She got up and went over to the counter kept at a corner. Bringing a notebook, she gave it to me. “I know that I can’t remember much after a few hours. Most days, I—I can’t even remember that I can’t. So, I started writing everything down as much as I could. I want you to take this.” I took the pink diary and flipped through the pages—it was at least fifty pages, all filled completely. “But, uh,” I chuckled. “Isn’t this kind of personal?”

As I watched Spongebob and watched him work looking all hot and fine i tried to calm myself down and prevent my fangs from elongating. Then he cut himself and I lost self control. It was like time had stopped. My eyes turned a dark red as my fangs oh so slowly elongated. Before I could think I had pinned him to the wall and was staring straight into his intense and dark ocean blue eyes. I couldn't understand why his blood was like a drug to me? He nodded and that was all the assurance I needed. I closed my eyes and kissed his neck lightly almost as though I was savouring his taste which would be weird.

Whitmore stands gaping at my diary. "Oh, wow! I didn't know you were a fan of Miss.OG, Ms. Sanders." He said turning the pages and reading my oh-so-difficulty collected handiwork. I sighed in relief. Good, the jerk hasn't figured it out yet. So I decided to play along. "Yes Sir. I'm a really big fan of hers. Well, you know hormonal teenagers, exam and college stress and all that..." I trailed off, laughing nervously. He frowned, thinking. And I took the opportunity to grab a hold of my diary and make a run for it. I snatched the diary from his hands and turned tail.

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!

I opened the diary to the year where I met Pietro. February 27, 2001. I closed my eyes and tried recalling his face. Whitney sat down while looking at me, she waits patiently. I closed the door and hugged the opened diary. I knelt down and started thinking of that year. Slowly, I started chanting To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my forlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.

Zoe’s pov I swim deeper into the underwater ruin. The water feels cold around me. Old stone walls cover in green algae. My flashlight beam cuts through the dark. I see a big crack in the floor. I try to swim over it. But my foot slips. I fall through the crack. Water rushes past me as I drop. I hit a deeper chamber. Bubbles rise from my mouth. I kick to swim up. Something grabs my ankle. It's slimy and cold. I look down. A thick tentacle wraps around my leg. It's green and covered in slick mucus.

Strangely, when I got into my room, locked my door tightly, I suddenly cried. I raised my hand, my hand trembled, and my body suddenly became very withered. "What have I done? This is the second time I feel emotional and slap someone else. What will happen to me after this? the longer the environment around me, the less healthy it feels," I grumbled. My eyes turned to the SpongeBob doll that Noah gave me, and I hugged the doll. "How can a man who treats me warmly, even gives me all these cute things they say is a cruel man. I mean, I know a lot of things that hurt me because of Noah. but my mind can not accept Diana's statement "I cried even more sobbing