The Diary Novel Novels & Stories

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…

Via called, "You should be using your free time to take a break from the academics. Otherwise, you'll die a nerd." "I am not studying. It is a dear diary. You should start yours too." Her friend stopped her writing to respond. Via was aware of the purpose of a daily diary; she had read several books series of the Royal Diaries from their school library. Those kinds of fictional diaries of actual female figures royalty as a child throughout history. She was well knowledgeable of the unwritten rule that they are supposed to be personal. That means it should be a secret even from their closest friends. However, Via's curiosity wanted to read the thoughts of her friend.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

But what she had shown him last night, as he held her in his arms and tasted her lips, it wasn’t the same Isabelle that he had just seen. On the table, near the half-empty coffee cup, was her little diary. What a strange person... In times like these, when everyone was using ultra-high-performance cell phones to communicate, when they were using notebooks to write, Isabelle still used pen and paper to write down her thoughts. Shawn felt tempted to open and read what she had just written and the temptation had the best of him. He leaned back slightly and looked inside the house, to see if anyone was in sight and then took the diary and opened it. He read the first thing that saw.

Dear Diary, My first day at college did not go as expected to say the least. My roommate is a little odd, I mean she literally has barely said two words to me. Her name is Annabelle and I think she's like a pre-law major or some shit. Classes haven't even started and I haven't seen her take her eyes off the thick ass textbooks she already bought. I had tried multiple times to start a decent conversation but she seemed less than interested.

"Dear diary, I was this close today. This close to making a ground-breaking invention. But the sulphuric acid rusted IT. I think we might need to change the acid used..." A series of calculations was included on the first page. No matter how many times I read it, I couldn't understand the calculation. Who wrote this? I flipped the book and looked at the front cover. There was no name. Quickly, I checked the other books and saw that they were all journals with the same handwriting.

If she was Korean, I might still have the chance but hello! Mabuti na lang Senior didn’t wrote her diary on Japanese, she gives me the vibe of being an otaku dahil she have the same title and name of a famous romance anime! I could help but silently face palm my forehead. Senior, what were you thinking… I could help but lampooned. I took a breath and started reading the diary. It was a total of three pages.

I contemplated whether to check out the book, but I saw another person just leaving without even glazing at the librarian who was busy doing his own work. ~~~~~ Back in my room, I sat down on the settee and opened the book. The pages had taken a brownish hue, conveying its age. Surprisingly it was more like a diary. I frowned. Whose diary was it? The name had become smudged. Even then I carefully flipped the page. My eyes halted on the first line of the first entry. ‘Mother is scary. She doesn’t love me. She doesn’t love father. She wants to kill us….’

I think I need to buy more because what is happening is so exciting for me. In just one day, I use two pages just to tell what happened in my day and how I narrate about what happened when I killed one of my classmates. My diary is literally my friend. He knows a lot about me rathe than a person who doesn’t know even a single fact about me. Even my family does not know the real me. Dear Diary,

Because Dianne confessed to Nicolas that she and he got engaged in the middle of summer. 'Please, this diary stops at the end of the year, please,' Dianne thought to herself, because if Nicolas had kept his diary until just before the man's accident and amnesia, then Dianne's life would have been over because from this moment on, her lies would have been exposed. Nicolas' heart skipped a beat when he read the journal even at first glance, it turned out that his relationship with Adelia had been that strong for the past five years. Actually, the content of the diary is not long, Nicolas also does not write it every day, only writing down a few moments that are considered special and even then