Teenagers Diary Novels & Stories

The Present "What do you think will happen if I start telling everyone your deepest, darkest secrets?" I crumple the paper in my hands as a familiar black shroud covered me. A clear threat. The third one I've gotten this week and this only has one explanation. My diary from 2013. It's been two years and I still haven't found it. Whoever has my diary really has it in for me. I need to figure out who this person is and stop them before they can start doing so. Ugh. Just thinking about it makes my head ache. And it's the start of Senior Year, too, when it's the busiest time for us in the Student Council.

she curiously asked. “Uhm... That was a journal, baby. Your personal diary... I mean, if you grow old someday, you will realize things... Things that you couldn’t ask to another person because you will be afraid or scared to make them think that you are weird or something... So if ever that you have some questions about yourself and you don’t know whom to ask it, you can write it down in here...” “Really? Will I be able to find the answer then?” “Maybe... As time passes by, if you read the first pages of this diary, you will finally be able to answer that question all by yourself. It’s because you already experienced it... That’s when you realize that you finally grow a lot over the long per

When fate and destiny will bring our lips together. The list of words from my diary were endless, the entries were hot and hot. A number of students were rushing into the hallway to find out what was wrong. This was the biggest thing that was ever going to happen at Maslow High School. The papers were lined up everywhere and everyone was plucking a page to read. They were stuck on the hallway with chewing gums and pages from sticky notes. I looked at the paper more closely and almost cried. The next entry was even worse, the tears in my eyes were on the verge of dropping down and flowing on my cheeks. This was beyond repairable. Whoever had been keeping my diary had been waiting for the perf

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.

My body just wouldn’t settle anymore. I was nineteen, one month away from turning twenty, but right then I felt like his helpless little patient again, dripping and desperate with no relief. Mom and Dad had headed out early for their full day work trip and wouldn’t be back until late tonight, leaving the whole house empty except for me and this burning need between my legs. I rolled onto my back and let my hand drift down before I could stop it. My fingers brushed over my slick folds and I shivered hard. “Shit, I’m such a mess already,” I whispered to the empty room, my voice all breathy.

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

But, The ones above were harder to reach, forcing me to stretch, my fingers roaming blindly across the upper shelves. Suddenly, something solid brushed against my fingertips. Frowning, I pulled it free. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. A black diary falls right at my feet. Frowning, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. My heart skipped as I picked it up, and curiously opened to the first page... A date stared back at me— it was 27th August, 2005. “A twenty year old diary in the bathroom cabinet? What the hell?”

"Please. Roman, give it back." He ignored me and turned to another page, his expression unreadable. My diary was the only place safe enough to bleed out the raw truth. No one could know exactly how, at sixteen, I was already drowning in feelings too big for my age and far too twisted to admit. Like a stupid little girl, I let my heart spill on those pages, thinking they were safe and now the object of my affections was reading them. “Roman…” I whispered, unsure whether I wanted to beg him not to see it or to tell him to leave. But it was too late.

But now, he cared about none of that. My heart was a mix of emotions. “Do you want to wait for him?” Trevor asked, feigning indifference, though his fingers clenched the steering wheel with visible tension. I stared at the envelope in my hand. "I'm not waiting anymore." Inside the envelope was a diary. In the diary was a photo of a young short-haired girl. It was a photo of me. It was when my mom had gone mad, and my dad was ill. I went to school alone, afraid to interact with my classmates so I kept to myself.

“I’ve never been treated this way before. Haris always treated me like a princess. Only he could be that sweet to me. He would always wait for me and pick me up after school. Every day with him felt like a dream. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again after our graduation camp. Honestly, I’m scared of losing him.” The handwriting was so pretty—just like any teenage girl’s diary. Cassandra flipped through the next pages… and her eyes widened in shock when she stumbled on something that completely took her by surprise.