The Dumont Diaries Novels & Stories

Adi said, glancing at him. “What? How can it be Ad-” Adi interrupted him by showing the diary. Ominous silence surrounded both of them. They began reading the content of the diary. The words were manuscripted in quills. Each page made them more and more surprised and shocked. They read the content of the diary randomly. Date: 7th June, 1474 I saw her again. It was drizzling and she stood under her blue umbrella in a yellow dress outside a shop. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her magnetic blue eyes captivated me. Soon she was out of my sight and I realized my carriage took a turn. I panicked. Didn't want to lose her this time.

Hi peekaboo diary. So happy that I changed the old Diary that seems to be filled with only bad memories. But I promise you, that I'm filling you with hot and steamy memories. So let's just recap about my life. I'm Rumi. I married my high school boyfriend and have two beautiful children. However, my marriage turned into divorce because of that asshole. I spent nearly 20 years with the same man, faithful, and loyal. On the eve of Christmas eve, in the northeast winters, my friend Sara and I met up at a local restaurant bar to grab some drinks and catch up on all the happenings in our lives.

m and you can tell me all about it. Me : Okay. "Mom?" Where is she? Is she still asleep? She's always up and in the kitchen reading one of her newspapers by 8a.m. I head over to the fridge to take orange juice out of the fridge when I see a note stuck to it, in my mom's handwriting. The note reads: "At the Academy. Meeting with the elders." Hmm, I wonder what was so important she had to leave so early on a Sunday morning. I hope everything is okay.

The sides of the pages of the diary crumble in my hands and are reduced to ashes. The sun has come out and I start to sweat. I look at the diary. It has nothing written on the cover, except the year—2010—which is faded. There is no auto in sight. I sit on the pavement and flip through the contents. It is nearly full. The handwriting is not the best, but it is neat and deliberate. The first few pages are damaged beyond recognition. The top-right corners of the pages keep crumbling into charcoal.

Had the kids' DNA by some miracle shown that Dimitri was their father and that Camille was the mother? That was ridiculous. I had already seen the face of the healer before and that was even the first time we met. She looked nothing like... A shiver ran down my spine, sending tremors through my entire body. My hands quivered uncontrollably as the weight of something I had forgotten settled upon me. My brain unlocked a memory I had forgotten. It had been the first time Camille had been brought to the Dumont house. She had been a fish out of water when she arrived at the pack's limo with her dark average hair and oval face. The only distinct thing had been her smile. Because it irked me.

The notes that Dmitri is looking at right now is Itzel's daily diary record! He schemes through a ton of such notes in the app and stops the cursor at a particular note. Dated eighth of December, her first ever note in here. Swiftly, Dmitri clicks on it and glances back at Itzel who is fast asleep. Contemplating on he should read through her personal diary or not, he bites on his lip. At last, his curiosity gets the best of him as he starts reading her note for that particular day. 'Dear diary,

" For all I know, it sounds fascinating. “Not the best. - Not so much. All those wonderful affairs with Aunt Maideh . The gossip and gossip, the way women worked to get what they wanted from men. Do you have a diary? “I have ten. I started collecting them when I was seven. She reached under the bedclothes and pulled out a leather-bound notebook. “It's weird that you tell me to write about my childhood. I was reading one of my journals right before you came in. Read it and tell me what you think.

Its 7am already" sandra said and jasmine sprang up immediately "Wait, how come you woke up before me?" Jasmine asked in disbelief because sandra and sleep were two very close friends "I've been dreaming about the enrollment since last night so i couldn't sleep soundly" Sandra replied "Then let's go get ready.. We should be in school by 9am" Jasmine said and walk to the bathroom * * ★ Desmond's mansion ★ It was a busy morning as the birds can be heard chirping, men and women walking to their Various destination. Some were wishing but Desmond decided not care cause he didn't want his sleep to be distured

Oh caroline, your clumsiness May expose and get yourself into undesired trouble. The very same trouble you've been sprinting and out running for hours. ***Z I hear the entire door swing open. I maintain my focus on the cool nerve relaxing age evolving through the window. Ive got no reason to be frightened my visitor. It's definitely princess Hermonie. Herself and Julie alone knows am the habitant of this room and I doubt any pack member does visit here. It's extremely old and less pretty compared to fellow buildings. None will depart their exquisite home to here and Julie also will currently be on duty so it's definitely princess Hermonie.

“How did you know about Ancanta? How do you know I received that memento the day we met.” Aubrey maintained his cool as he cautiously drew a little notebook the size of my hand from his breast pocket. The notebook had a burnt corner, but it was still fully page. The journal appears to be ancient, with beautifully scribbled lines; it's Ancanta's diary, which I believe I've misplaced.