Novel & Cerita The Dumont Diaries

He is cold, arrogant, and impossible to read. She paused, her mind drifting to the memory of "D." She traced the letters on the page. In her mind, the "Chairman" and her "D" were two different people. "D" was a hero, a boy who had stood in the dark with her. Damien Black was a cold, powerful man who lived in a skyscraper. To her, they were opposites. She flipped back to the very first pages of the diary. She touched the shaky handwriting of her ten-year-old self. She read about the red heels, the spider, and the boy who gave her the candy.

Zane switched on the overhead lights, revealing rows of old cabinets, sealed boxes, shelves stacked with journals, and several filing containers arranged carefully against the walls. Damien exhaled slowly. “He really kept everything.” “I told you.” The two of them split up naturally, searching through different sections of the room while papers shifted softly around them. Most of the materials were old research documents. Lab observations. Recovery reports. Medical records. Damien opened one of the thick journals resting near the corner shelf and immediately froze when he saw his own name written across the first page. SUBJECT D — PHYSICAL RESPONSE OBSERVATIONS. His jaw tightened slightly. H

Their arrival must have been completely out of the blue and surprising to her then, only furthering the connection between her and Jasper then to Emmet. Lifting up the diary, Emmet rifled through the draws to try and find something else in the draws to tell Emmet about their current circumstances. There was only stationary and when he searched through the other draws, he found nothing suspicious or particularly enlightening. The diary entries would suggest that they were somewhere, at least, at the end of July, but Emmet had to wonder truly if that was true, diaries only telling you the date when you filled them out consistently. Dropping down to his knees, Emmet looked at the television scr

Toward him! I had never been to St. Calliope’s, but when you have the Internet, the maps and pictures do a great job at giving directions. Somehow I ended up in the school library at past nine. The halls were quiet, and the library was much larger than I had anticipated. Ancient diaries of hunters were always kept in plain sight as Mundanes do find the supernatural world boring. If only they knew. Comtesse D’Aubray. Who knew I'd find a page on her as quickly as I opened Hunter Salem's diary of the unknown.

Table in the middle, buried in books and papers that looked older than I was. I stopped. Right in the center was a leather-bound journal with a name faded across the cover. Juliette Dauval. My mom’s name. My hands shook as I picked it up. Most of the pages were worn, some water-stained, others torn. But the last page was still legible. “They’re coming for her next. Audrey is not safe here.” My blood ran cold with fear. What the hell? I wasn't safe from what? “What are you doing here?” Mrs. Beaumont’s voice came from behind me. It wasn't as sweet as earlier. It was strict. “I’m sorry… I just wandered in here. Couldn't sleep.”

Damon raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Even if I can't find the camera, I'll remember about it, it’s no big deal, I'll go back the same way, it's just that I'll have to walk a few more kilometers." A hint of shock flashed through her eyes. Knowing that Damon was smart, he had a sharp memory. But she didn't expect him to be smart enough to do that. Damon raised an eyebrow at Aurora: "If you want to compliment me, just say it." She snorted coldly, "You wish.” [What did Mr Dumont say just now? You can't watch a variety show without some culture?]

It seemed the Dumonts were here early. Snooty and pretentious, both Mirabelle and Spencer Dumont oozed elegance. Mirabelle was a raven haired beauty who used to be a Prima Ballerina back in her day. She married Spencer when her dancing days ended. Spencer Dumont was the wealthiest man in the UK, with Sebastian set to inherit everything. Not that the man needed to inherit everything, he owned half of the country already. And by that I mean the majority of the buildings in the country belonged to Dumont Enterprises.

(Three days before the car crash) Esma’s pov “Still banging your head in the books?” I heard Dumeny's voice from behind and I shut my diary as soon as I heard him coming in my direction. I have been writing everything since last night in this diary. Since I met Moona.

Sampo lounged on the couch in the common room of his college dorm, his eyes glued to Prunella as she studiously reviewed her notes at a nearby table. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders, partially obscuring her face as she pored over the pages. Sampo's gaze wandered from her delicate features to her slender figure, barely concealed beneath a simple white blouse and faded jeans.