Teenagers Diary Novels & Stories

I opened it, flipped through the pages, and saw the handwriting of a child. Finding a comfortable spot at a nearby table, I opened the first page of the diary. Dear Diary, Today is my first day writing to you and I'm so excited! I've always wanted to have a diary, just like my dad. He has one too, but he doesn't let me read it. I think he thinks I'm too young. But I'm almost ten years old now, so I think I can handle it. I wish my dad liked me more. He's always so busy with pack business and he never has time for me. When he does come home, he's always tired and grumpy.

Except for the book, which he carried out to take a proper look at it. Joe jumped on the bed and placed the book before him to rest on the bed. He opened the first page gently. The book wrote dear diary on its first page. Joe adjusted his sitting position to lay on the bed to enjoy the content. “I never thought I would also be writing a diary of my own, well, I guess I am now” the next line of the diary stated. “The first experience I would like to write about on this day being the second day in the month of November 2021 is that…

It was from eight years ago. “Dear Diary, I'm Cindy, I'm seventeen years old, and this marks my first day staying clean and sober. Finally kicked that addiction, and I'm over the moon. I have no friends to share this little triumph with, except for Bianca and Scott. Figured pouring it onto these pages might ease some of the excitement."

Flopping down on my bed, atop the huge bound of fluffy blankets in a myriad of shades of pink and purple, I pulled out my old diary and stared at the first page. Under the date, which was marked ten years ago, my handwriting stared back at me. It was less refined than it was now, but still loopy and curling and every i was dotted with a heart. Dear Diary, Today was mine and Rhi’s first day at the pack school. It was super scary but super fun! Someone tried to laugh at me for being an Omega, but Rhi punched them! Then we sat with the other Omegas at lunchtime and I met a boy. He’s two years older than me, but he’s soooo handsome.

The edges were frayed, and the leather was scuffed. I pulled it out. On the inside cover, written in a cramped, youthful hand, was a name: Gideon Moore, Age 10. A diary. I sat on the floor behind the desk, the notebook heavy in my lap. I felt like a thief, but I couldn't stop myself. I opened to a random page in the middle.

I was ready for any such vile retaliation at school, but I didn't know that Lucy, a girl from Ronan's pack, would openly declare about my personal diary to the entire school. After all, it's called personal for a reason and I have written so many things about Ronan in it. Fuck! I have scribbled his name over and over, on hundreds of pages mindlessly, so what could I possibly do now that she has MY personal diary?

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only woman he loves deeply? One more reason I came here. I want to give this to you." She got stunned when the old woman suddenly handed her a familiar notebook that she was starting to recognize. To her surprise, it was the diary she owned way back in her high school days. The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began...

Hey there, my name is Jun. Typical youth about to graduate college. So... Every year, I do change my diary and so in my last diary, I told the last diary about how I was disvirgined. Now here, I'm eighteen. Just to recap with you about my life, I lived in a home with my mom, in a suburbia and my house was the second to the last on the block, which left an empty house next to ours, or well it was until about three months ago.

(Y'all might be wondering why he's about to freak? Well, in the young master's mental diary which was gotten through traumatic experiences; School = Crazy teen girls = endless flirting = infinite love notes in his locker, bag pack, windshield and even his homework! Which equalled projects = crowds milling around = questions = Speaking = ending up in the locker room to puke! Jeffrey noticed his best friend's pale face and faraway, stricken gaze. He snapped his fingers across it worriedly. "Man, you okay?" Arian scowled at him in response.

and I can't help myself. **** We read through his diary or whatever he called it. And learnt some shocking details. Russell was sick and the entries that he had written down were all about me and those killed. Where he made it seem as if we were dating, and part take in some very detailed activities. He went as far as making it out as if I was the one that was crazy and stalking him. "We should get rid of these." Felix said. "Wait." I took the book from him and read something that caught my eye, then laughed.