Novel & Cerita The Diary Of Jane Doe

It was the first I’d heard of it outside of Hollywood. “Tell me about it. He showed up two days ago and there’s not even a hint. Wonder if he’s a spy or something.” I rolled my eyes as he headed back out the security door and down the hall. Micah’s words came back to me, and a deep curiosity took over. I loved a good mystery, after all. Pushing against the floor, I rolled my chair over to a computer where I pulled up John Doe’s electronic file, and clicked on the ME’s report.

and I'm still celebrating it alone like I did the previous year. Although , the weather looks good enough for my comfort today. But the wind has failed to take my pain away along with it.' He flipped through the many pages, and as he was about to close it up due to how much her words were piercing through his heart–The words in this diary were like a sharp edge of a dagger. As he was about to close it, his eyes fell on a particular date that gripped his attention. This date was a very special one to him , although he never showed that he really cared about it but it was. November 14, Strange Weather. ' It's strange, isn't it? I woke up with a groggy body today. What's more, it's raining and

Desmond said coldly pulling jenny off him gently "Why do you love going to the hospital? You aren' t sick and you're not even a doctor" "Does it matter?" "Here I brought some dishes.. I know you guys wouldn't cook so i made some kimchi stew" Jenny said placing a lunch box on the table The scent alone made Micheal salivate but desmond wasn't moved. Not that he hates jenny, but jenny in someways behave like Sera, he is just being careful he doesn't fall for another mortal

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.

Haylee replied kindly and gave her a smile. "Please, do sit down and enjoy your drinks," Wanda beckoned her to sit on the sofa. Haylee just nodded and Wanda the excuse herself from the office room again. As soon after Wanda closed the door, Haylee speedily took the brown leather journal on the desk and opened it. She scanned the pages one by one carefully. Her guess was right. It was indeed a diary but instead of writing about daily routines or feelings, Niel wrote some short notes with each one of the notes having a date underneath it.

Back to the present… Joana dropped the diary she had been reading. She didn’t even realize that she had been reading for more than twenty-four hours. She never thought that reading about Marylin would turn out to be this exciting, even better than how it was when she read the first one. It was the hunger in her stomach that made her stop. The time she told herself she would go hunting had already passed and it was daylight again. She would just have to make do with vamscren so she could get a good meal.

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

I remembered the kidnapping and the terrifying moments that occurred, but my memory had halted on the night of the tragedy. The decision was as unmistakable as a heartbeat, a summons that rang in my bones. I couldn't stay in that mortuary much longer, not with the missing bits of my recollections dangling in front of me like a twisted riddle. Jane Doe's case had become a mirror, reflecting the darkest facets of my past, a past I had fought so hard to keep hidden. I shut down my workstation with a firm swipe. The fluorescent lights above flickered reluctantly, creating strange shadows over the barren walls. Jane Doe's lifeless form lingered in my mind, a phantom specter beckoning me into the

Jane's POV The weight of it all…the hidden diaries, the photoshopped images, the incriminating ledgers…pressed upon me like an unremitting tide. At night, late, I sat alone in the quiet of my study, a lone lamp shining in a peaceful light over scraps of paper, my mother's old letters, and my scribbled pages. Every shred of evidence now felt like a piece of a puzzle, every one of them crying out to be fitted into the larger picture of our family's deceit.

Martha bellowed. "Yeah?" He sniffled and felt his teeth with his tongue. "Fuck, she broke my tooth," he grimaced. David appeared with the book Josh had talked about earlier. "We got it," he said, with a smug smile on his face, holding the book up as he gasped for breath after sprinting to them. "It's all.in there. Names, connections, locations, partners, every juicy detail of it," he handed the book to John, "it a freaking diary of all his crimes against humanity. He is a really bad man."