The Hong Kong Diaries Novels & Stories

MAYALINA May 14th 2018 I pick up the large sack of rubbish from the bar, fling it over my shoulder and wobble my weak butt to the back entrance where the large skip bins are. I walk through the halls and look into the rooms as I pass them by. All the doors are open except the room that used to be mine. Things have been really slow on our side of the wing lately. It's like we've all dispersed for our own painful reasons.

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only woman he loves deeply? One more reason I came here. I want to give this to you." She got stunned when the old woman suddenly handed her a familiar notebook that she was starting to recognize. To her surprise, it was the diary she owned way back in her high school days. The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began...

" But I know me, I wasn't going to be satisfied with just seeing her horrible name on a gravestone. " Yours is horrible. " She said and the Snow -haired man just rolled his eyes. " You weren't happy because you wanted my diary. " She said and took from the table what he had said before. " That's right. And I still want that. " He told her and she could see Melia's face harden, he couldn't understand why. " Your diary, many people, including me, want to read it. Since the writer Hokonick brought out the book of your life.

With trembling hands, I approached it, my fingers brushing against the rough wood. With a creak, I lifted the lid, revealing a treasure trove of forgotten memories. Among the yellowed pages and faded photographs, my gaze landed on a leather-bound diary. It was weathered with time, its once vibrant cover now worn and aged. I knew instinctively that this diary held the answers we had been searching for.

I needed to see Mikey, so I told Chuks to drive over to my school at Taiwo Avenue. The cabin was starting to kill me, it was empty and Kaz and his guys did not return. I kept thinking about how to do what I had to do throughout the night, rolling in my not-so-comfortable bed. The man was a corrupt politician, he was responsible for the misery of a lot of people. I said all these things in my mind to justify what I was about to do, it never really got old, trying to rationalize taking a person's life, no matter how much they deserved it. For someone who committed a lot of murders in his life, I really could not get past the guilt, it's a sort of punishment I placed upon myself. After a while,

"He's sweeping the streets at this age? And it's only 4:30 am! Axel is so inhumane. Doesn't he care about old people? Poor old man. Does he not have a pension? Don't his children care about him?" I was thinking about this when the live chat started going wild again. "I'm losing it. Why does Heidi always manage to hit the nerve every time?" "Hahaha! Has she seriously not found any useful info all day? Didn't Delicious tell her the taboo?" "Don't mention kids or pensions to this old man!" I couldn't see the live chat, but I could clearly feel the ground shaking. An earthquake was coming. The earth cracked open. At the same time, the old man's eyes turned blood red, and his veins bulged.

As we both looked up, we could see a yellow-haired girl waving one of her arms as she approached us. Upon getting to us, the stranger approached Diana and gave her a big hug without saying anything. From here, I could see Diana’s face. It was a whole poem. At no time she expected the stranger would invade her privacy with a powerful display of affection. “Sofia, I can’t breathe,” Diana said. Sofia Replied, “Whoa, whoa, I’m sorry, darling.” “Who would have thought that we would meet here? Do you also plan to stay?” Diana then asked.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR POV: Julian Vane-Moretti Hong Kong was a vertical labyrinth of neon, humidity, and high-frequency trading. If London was about old secrets, Hong Kong was about the speed of light. Here, the Moretti-Vane conglomerate wasn't just a shipping company; we were a digital ghost, moving millions of terabytes of data through the undersea cables that anchored the city to the world.

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote

"Both of them inhaled a large amount of smoke. They're suffering from severe carbon monoxide poisoning, and we'll need to monitor them closely." "There's one other matter I need to discuss with you," the doctor added. My heart sank at his words, but I braced myself. Something about his expression told me there was more. "Doctor, please, do tell," I urged. "Well..." The doctor hesitated. Then, he glanced nervously at Derrick. I could tell he was worried about confidentiality and the risk of Derrick spreading information. However, in this life, I was determined to expose Emery and Sasha for who they truly were.