The Diary Of Jane Doe Novels & Stories

I muttered, rubbing my forehead. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then Zoey frowned, noticing Jane was busy doing something because her attention wasn’t on us. “What are you up to?” Zoey asked, and Jane looked up for just a second. “Searching for something.” She replied. “What?” Curious about what gets Jane to look this serious. “Scrolling through a bitch page.” She replies, she sounds bothered, and furrows my brow, confused. Zoey's expression mirrored mine. “Jane, don’t tell me… you’re scrolling through Sarah’s page?”

Part of me wanted to drop to my knees right there despite the danger. The panic room door sealed behind us with that same heavy click as before. Red lights came on, showing the small space and monitors flickering to life on backup power. I plugged the USB into a secure port on the panel while Damien checked the screens for more intruders outside. “Shit look at this,” I said, scrolling through the files. Stolen manuscript pages mixed with screenshots of our private emails. The dirty ones. Me telling Damien how I wanted him to fuck my throat till I gagged. Him describing exactly how he’d breed my ass raw.

"And when I got back after being buried in snow for hours, all I wanted was to sleep, but you brought me a bowl of mutton stew, even though you knew I hated mutton, and tried to force me to eat it. To you, what I need or want doesn't matter. "That's all I wanted to say today. If you ever find time to deal with the divorce paperwork, give me a call. But don't call me for anything else. There's nothing left for us to talk about." I forced a smile and gave a polite nod to the room. "Enjoy yourselves. Bye." I turned to leave. Clement rushed after me. But then, behind us, someone suddenly shouted in panic, "Clement, something's wrong with Madison!" "Madison, stay with us! Don't fall asleep! Can y

he called. There was no answer. "Darling?" he called again, louder this time. But still, I didn't respond. He pushed open the bedroom door and saw Crispin was fast asleep in bed. But the closet was empty. Suddenly, my strange behavior over the past few days started making sense. Panic rose in his chest. He tore through the room, yanking open drawers and searching through boxes. My passport and ID were gone. The noise woke Crispin. "Crispin, where's your mom?" Edgar asked, his voice sharp with fear.

"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!" With that, I set the diary aside and stand up, taking a deep breath. It's now or never, I think to myself. I make my way back to the living room, my bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor. I plop down on the couch, feeling the cool leather against my naked skin. I grab the remote and start flipping through the channels again, this time without a st

She closed the box and held it to her chest as they walked between the graves toward the fence. Halfway across the cemetery Hailey stopped abruptly. Ryan bumped into her, and Roy’s breath halted at the same moment. Standing between the graves was the mute girl, her bare feet pale against the grass, her tangled hair hanging down as she watched them silently from the moonlit shadows. She didn’t move. She didn’t blink. And in her hands, held carefully and unmistakably, was Hailey’s mother’s diary. The girl lifted it slightly, her eyes meeting Hailey’s with eerie clarity.

They retired to Daisy's room, the events of the day still lingering in Daisy's mind as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. "Ally! Are you asleep yet?" Daisy Hunter asked as she stared at the wall clock, the time was 8.59 pm. "What is it?...are you finally ready to let me help you as a Doctor?" Allison's voice was barely above whispers as she sat up on the bed. "Have a look at this?" Daisy Hunter said, her hands wobbly as she hands her best friend the file. "What is this?" Allison asked, her face etched with bewilderment and anxiousness.

He handed the brown envelopes to his mother. Julie Hampton opened them with trembling hands. The first envelope contained the DNA test results of Gisel. The second envelope contained photos of Phoebe with a man named Deryl. Photos of their wedding, and photos of the woman with several other men in positions that could be considered more than just friendly. And the third envelope contained photos of Phoebe in the hospital and some abortion contract documents. Along with photos of evidence of fetal destruction carried out by the woman and her accomplices, seemingly done in the backyard of a Abigail also found a flash drive inside. "You better not try to open that flash drive. It contains nothi

I took out the test kit and locked the safe again. “Here,” I said shoving it in her face while I held my temples. I was having a headache and I was honestly tired of everything that was happening around me already. I wanted to run away from myself. From my own skin but unfortunately, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. “It’s a DNA kit but I don’t know what this is about, Jane,” she said looking at the kit in her hands confused. “It belongs to Rick and his new born baby,” I said shaking my head in embarrassment as I looked at the ground.

I murmured, resuming the drive, my knuckles whitening around the steering wheel. My mind raced as I replayed the words in the diary. She was supposedly dead in August 2019… but her diaryentries were dated all the way to January 2020. That didn’t add up. At all. Now this is weird and Mad unsettling!