Teenagers Diary Novels & Stories

I calmed myself and went to sleep even it was still daytime. I write on my diary. I started my diary since the time Hero started making moves on me because I have no one to tell my feelings about him. I can't tell my problems and worries about him to my father, so I bought a thick notebook and a small box that I can securely keep it. In my diary I write everything about him, my feelings, hatred, anger, happiness, worries, and funny things we did. It made me smile so crazily when I wrote about our sex escapades, his insatiable sex drive on me, how I love him, his weird allergy to women.

LISA May 8th 2018 I crash through the changing room door, on the verge of bringing up last nights dinner. I hate that I'm too shy to tell Chad I'm not okay with him asking me for kisses. But I feel like it's expected of me because I work here, I'm not like the other girls. I don't sleep with the clients, I only deal with the girls. I'm the one they come to see when they require new outfits, toys, supplies, etc. You could say I run the house and I think that's why Chad tries to play

he ignored my question and called the server. “Do you have anything spicy here?” “Um...like what?” “Never mind, Do you have French fries?” “Yes.” “I will bring it.” When the server left, he turned to me. “Then what’s that note? Any study stuffs.” “It’s my diary. I will write about myself and my daily life. But I don’t feel like writing it anymore” “Why?” he said without taking his eyes off me. “Cause nothing good happens in my life, so why should I have one. I want life to be happy, interesting with a little of passion, adventure, love which I never found.”

You are the key. She had not told anyone. Who would she have told. Her mum would have driven down the same night and never left. Her friends would have worried in the loud unhelpful way that made everything harder. And the stranger was gone, completely and thoroughly gone, like he had never been there at all except for the essay sitting in her sent folder with a timestamp she hadn't made. She was managing. That was what she told herself each morning at the mirror. She was managing. _________

And the monster’s victory is so complete, it leaves you wondering if you’re reading the journal of the victim… or the secret, proud biography of the victor. Then, after a long pause, Adam lifted the diary again. His thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” he whispered. And he opened the diary. ——— Episode 20 – Pool Party The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of chlorine and expensive perfume. Mason’s name was scrawled across the front in a looping, feminine hand. He slit it open with a thumb, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to the delicate stationery. Inside, on a cardstock the color of a summer sky, were the words:

She opened it carefully, flipping past empty pages, old receipts, a dried flower—until she found what she was looking for. A photograph. Three girls. Leila. Herself. And her. The third girl. Vera’s fingers hovered over the image, unable to touch it. The air in the room seemed to shift, and she turned the page. A folded newspaper clipping slid out and fluttered to the floor. She picked it up. The headline hit her like it always did. BODY FOUND IN REMOTE FIELD — TEENAGER IDENTIFIED AFTER DAYS Her hands began to shake. She shoved the paper back into the diary, slammed it shut, and pushed it back into the trunk. Her breath came out sharply. She closed the lid and shoved the whole thing back bene

It was easy to spot her since they were having a sports day. "You only got me, unfortunately," I chuckled as I pulled out a diary book for her from my handbag. "This is for you." "What is it?" She asked as she took the diary. "I had one when I was your age. It helps to write down the chaos in your head and keep them inside the book. That way, things don't get into you very easily. I know how chaotic things get when you're 15." She gave me a brief hug again. "Thank you, Miss Darla."

I unlocked it and pulled it open. It was full of A5 diaries, in numerical order, starting from 1994. I opened the first one and it was filled with my handwriting. I began to read it. It began when I was fifteen years old and it described my first teenage relationship. I skipped forward and read the last few pages. It was filled with wolf laws, training with Malachi, stories about Karani, my mother.

Finally, I gave in and answered the phone. "I'm not coming to school today," I said, groaning, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Haven't you seen the news on the school group chat?" Summer asked, her voice urgent. "You're trending, Alex!" I was suddenly wide awake, my confusion replaced by a jolt of panic. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Your diary is everywhere on the school's group" she explained. "Someone posted it in the group chat, and it's going viral."

I took out a hair pin from my hair and picked the lock. “ What am I learning from these kids?” I sighed. Let's just say I picked it up from the twins, who knew it would come in handy? Opening the box, the diary was the first thing I spotted. I took it out and went through it which took longer than I thought and I was beginning to get bored as I wasn't seeing anything related to this. “ Hmmm, what's this?” I went back to the page I had flipped past. It was titled MY GREATEST REGRET and something about the title drew me in.