Teenagers Diary Novels & Stories

Kate’s Pov I woke up with a cold, hard clarity that felt better than any orgasm and I had spent hours preparing not just my body but for the stage. I chose a sheer black lace teddy that left absolutely nothing but imagination with my nipples poking out of the fabric. As the high cut is exposing every inch of my thighs with a pair of held that make me feel like a weapon. When the doorbell rang, I didn't rush to answer it but I let him stand there for a few minute letting the anticipation build up so deep inside of him before opening the door while I stepped back into the shadows of the hallway.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Mac's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it. Dear Diary It's been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck before leaving school.

Dear Diary, “What a day. Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. First, I got kidnapped, i don’t even know what to say about that , i am still in shock . Then, Rue came for me like some movie hero. And now… he almost saw you. He almost saw EVERYTHING I’ve written about him. God, if he had, I’d be six feet under right now from embarrassment and it’s crazy how i am worried about that instead of my main secret , i am stupidly in love that i forget about it sometimes . .

He stared at the diary in his hand, and That moment, when his conscience grapples with curiosity and the weight of the decision to go ahead no matter what, reverberate within, leaving him in a state, of contemplation and introspection. The next page was more personal, it even has a date on it. That was still their first year in school, they were just teenagers. "Dear Diary, I really don't know how to say this, but I really like him, but he keeps calling me sister, and best friend, I wish he could just see me differently, and know that I want to be more than a friend to him". He read the message again and again, and his heart kept beating, but no name was mentioned, but the words sounds like

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

It feels wrong to invade her privacy, but a longing to understand her more fully overcomes me. The diary opens to a page when she was just eight years old. Her words paint a picture of a lonely, struggling child, missing her parents, and longing for a simple meal. I read about her sadness on birthdays when other children celebrated with their families, while she hoped for a piece of cake or a shared chocolate.

“You can read my diary for now.” The boy opened the diary, looked at it and became sad like a cat that is outside and the rain started. “There isn’t anything written in it. I hope you didn't fool me.” The girl got scared. She left the hawk alone and ran quickly to the boy who looked at her in a way too serious to be a joke. She took the magic dairy in her hand, looked in it, and took a deep breath. “Can’t you see what it’s written?” “I can’t see anything. What should I see?”

---------------- Dear Diary… Why is it that these boys just won’t listen to me? They seem to think my visions are not serious. But why would they happen if they didn’t mean something? If they weren’t going to happen? To me, that makes no sense. If they won’t listen, I will go and do something about it. But I need to try and make them listen because they are more likely to be able to help than I am. I am so clueless as to what to do to help. I need to get them to listen. Argh! My brain is frazzled right now, worrying so much for my friend. ----------------

Dear Diary Long time no see My greeting for you that I copied from someone who always greets anyone he knows, whether it's someone he loves or just a friend... Long time no see The first sentence he uttered with a smile that made my heart beat uncontrollably... The sentence that made me understand what admiration is, since I was 13 years old... And when was that? Ten years ago? I never thought that the owner of that sentence could be seen by me again now, after five years of not meeting...