The Dumont Diaries Novels & Stories

Zoe’s pov I swim deeper into the underwater ruin. The water feels cold around me. Old stone walls cover in green algae. My flashlight beam cuts through the dark. I see a big crack in the floor. I try to swim over it. But my foot slips. I fall through the crack. Water rushes past me as I drop. I hit a deeper chamber. Bubbles rise from my mouth. I kick to swim up. Something grabs my ankle. It's slimy and cold. I look down. A thick tentacle wraps around my leg. It's green and covered in slick mucus.

The ink blurred as her hand shook. Tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the paper, smearing her words. She wiped her face quickly, breath hitching—but not in pain. In shame. Her fingers flipped back through old pages until she found a section dated almost three years ago. The header was messy, almost rushed: “Madam A’s Lessons: Power Never Blushes” FLASHBACK – AGE 14 Dominique sat in her grandmother’s parlor in Paris, her knees together, her silk gloves spotless despite the chocolate her nanny tried to sneak her. The wallpaper was crimson velvet. The tea set was edged in gold.

Keeping the pillowz on either side of him, to prevent him from falling of the bed like the first time she had found him. When she turns around, something sitting on the night stand catches her attention, she reaches forward and her hand comes in contact with a rough surface, picking the object up she realizes that it's a black leather diary of some sort. Opening it up she finds 'Damien' written inside with a cursive hand writing. She wasn't a snoopy person, she believed everyone deserved their privacy but seeing the diary with her mates name on it, definitely spiked her interest, her curiosity getting the best of her when she slowly turn the pages to find that the first entry had been writte

Well, I've fought tooth and nail and I've gone lengths to conquer beasts and the likes of them with my very bare hand. You don't believe me now, do you?Well your answer doesn't matter, you can see for yourself. __ “Lil Joe,you feel so big now don't you?” The Don, Paolo Romano's voice rang across the rooms of the Colombo’s family's Palatial. It didn't require a soothsayer to tell the members that Paolo, “The Jackal” as he was notoriously known as, was furiously mad. It had for weeks now become a trait that seemed unavoidable to the residents of the Family, and in all honesty, it was becoming hella annoying in here.

Dom takes the cell phone from my hand and selects photo after photo, sending each one to him. “I'm going to torment their lives”, Dom says, with a smile, turning to my cell phone. Dominique flicks his fingers to the side and keeps looking at my photos, amused, commenting, and when he moves on to the next one, his eyes widen when he sees one that was just for Blanca and me. A batch of a hundred sealed jars of hazelnut cream on my bed. It was the day I went to Paris, and he stayed here, dying of flu. We dumped a few boxes on the bed, and I lay on top of it, showing off, and Blanca took lots of photos.

Helma nodded and started her search in the study. Helma checked six rolls in the first shelf and her stomach grumbled from hunger. She ignored and kept searching. She found two files already and wished she had magical powers to call them out. Helma searched the second shelf and found a diary. She admired the green cover with a pine tree drawn in the front page. She tried to open it when Donald snapped "Helma, you should understand privacy by now" Donald's cold but authoritative tone shocked her. She kept it back in it's place and continued her search.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

She couldn't just focus on her feelings for him for she was so young and he's a distraction to her studies. When he found about the diary, different kinds of emotions and too much happiness is what he felt. He never thought she was that sweet and poetic. He really got amazed and flattered by what she thought and feels about her but then he got worried and confused about how to handle the situation. He remembered Elena handed him the notebook and told him it was Bea's diary. He got stunned for a moment at first as anger and disappointment rushed through him. He wanted to reprimand Elena for stealing her cousin's diary but she insisted that he must read it. When he was left alone, he opened th

Romano didn’t answer, the name of the receiver had blurred, neither of us liked the possible explanation; they both knew something was coming. We couldn’t finish reading through the journal but we scanned through all the documents. Night fell quickly, we returned to the mansion carrying everything we’d found. The journal never left my hands, not once. By the time we reached the library, exhaustion had settled into my bones, but I didn’t want to stop, not now, not after finally finding some answers; Several hours later, Dante appeared carrying coffee. His eyes immediately landed on the mountain of documents covering the table then lingered on the journal.