Novel & Cerita The Dumont Diaries

" The second letter was sent directly to Amy, who was at home waiting to leave the country with Harvey. This one was far more blunt—a demand for the return of unlawfully obtained property and unjust enrichment. It included an equally detailed list. From the five-figure silk robe she had worn, to the Tissot watch she had taken—complete with model number and a copy of the receipt—every item was accounted for. The closing note was merciless.

And the monster’s victory is so complete, it leaves you wondering if you’re reading the journal of the victim… or the secret, proud biography of the victor. Then, after a long pause, Adam lifted the diary again. His thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” he whispered. And he opened the diary. ——— Episode 20 – Pool Party The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of chlorine and expensive perfume. Mason’s name was scrawled across the front in a looping, feminine hand. He slit it open with a thumb, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to the delicate stationery. Inside, on a cardstock the color of a summer sky, were the words:

Now, he acted like a madman, searching the rubble for any trace of me—a scrap of paper, a fragment, a strand of hair. I heard he found a diary I had hidden in a secret compartment. It contained records from our ten-year-long marriage. That night, on the surveillance footage, Domenico knelt in the dust-covered ruins, clutching the half-burned diary and crying like a helpless child. The diary contained no long passages. Just brief entries documenting moments from my ten year marriage. [Today, Domenico gave me a rose. He said my smile is beautiful.] [My father's library was destroyed. I'm heartbroken, but Domenico is comforting another woman. He didn't see my tears.]

However, she was caught in the act by Dante, who'd returned early from work. "Annie, what are you doing?" Dante demanded icily. Anna's hand trembled, and the diary fell to the ground. He picked it up and quickly glanced through it. His gaze turned glacial in an instant. "What is this?" he asked in a low voice laced with suppressed anger. Annie stammered, "D-Dante, J-Julia just scribbled this stuff. It's not true…" Dante said nothing and merely stared at her icily, his gaze seemingly piercing through her very soul. He opened the diary again and read each word, his expression growing increasingly grim.

Those thoughts filled her mind. So today, she would finally do something about it. She had bought a brand new diary from the store. It was a special one. With leather on it and a strange P monogrammed on the cover. It was far fancier than anything the Dollar Tree should be selling. Finding it was a score that had Kristen grinning. She was enamored with her new diary. She was eager to get started on it. The diary was thick, too. She could write so many of her naughty ideas in them.

“Though I don’t know what he found so interesting about this specific entry. This diary is enchanted, as you may already have noticed. If anyone other than a duly recognized person tried to open the diary, all they would see would be a few hundred pages of nonsensical, mundane entries written in Gaian. The real form of this diary is an audio recording of whatever the owner wanted to keep safe.” “This entry was dated year 368…That’s like, two hundred and thirty years ago,” I said. “And the woman who owned the diary said something about a Czar. If she was really a Romina ancestor, then she would be referring to the City State of New Moscow, all the way in Western Eurasia.” Dad and the Commande

i didn't know how he was going to react. The doctor was always coming to check my vitals.. My blood pressure was always over the roof. Which was normal for a wolf, at least that was a little proof that showed I was out of the woods for now. Damien always sees it as an avenue to treat with a nice gesture in cool evenings. I was in the room reading the book Le Count De Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. When the door flung open quietly, Damien peaked his head in, I guessed he thought I was going to be asleep.

There’s no time to waste, immediately I dig into my new project, eager to absorb all the information that I can. My heart swells as I read each page. There, right on the margins are little notes that Dante has left. ‘July, 2 years ago.’ ‘Jean left for Paris at this time.’ ‘Jean’s sister enrolls to uni.’ ‘Island purchased from unlisted owner.’ ‘trafficking’ ‘Visit island chief—asap!’ ‘Tell Jean.’ Without realizing it, my cheeks start to feel wet, bringing my hand up, I unconsciously wipe at the tears.

Penny urged. So much for not allowing himself to get distracted. He opened the book and scanned the table of contents. “Penny, this is great stuff.” He turned a couple of pages, mesmerized by the plans of the house and a portrait of René de Montalt, the 9th Duc, dated 1787, two years before the family fled to England. “Glad to be of service. I’ll leave you to it as I can see you’re hooked. Oh, and check out how it all ended. Pretty ironic as the last Duc, head of these Satanists, Devil worshippers or whatever they called themselves, burned to death.”

However, he had underestimated Elaine's assistant, who had wrapped up the investigation and headed back before he could even make the call. Elaine's assistant returned with far more than just answers; she also brought back a collection of deeply horrifying, graphic videos. Elaine's hand trembled as she took the flash drive and plugged it into her laptop. The footage that loaded on the screen made it almost impossible for her to breathe. The video showed Rowan in filthy rags, surrounded and ganged up on by the villagers. It was stomach-churning. His bone-thin body was curled up on the ground like a dying animal, whimpering in utter despair.