The Hong Kong Diaries Novels & Stories

" 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,

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.

"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.

I was in disbelief that Henry could actually have a thing for literature. Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which laid under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Henry's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped it's pages opened. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about giving up on the diary when I saw a recent write up and it had my name written. Dear Diary It's been long since I last opened you. I guess life issues could actually make one forget a friend. Anyways, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck bef

I went over to the desk and started ripping papers writing years down. The oldest recollection I had was before the barrier was erected but that was just in passing memory. This Diary starts out with the night of the barrier being created. It’s by far the oldest and at fifteen hundred years old I put that one first on the shelf taking care to place the others on the floor. There were nearly a hundred diaries each from a different person but whatever reason Dimitris had them here I didn’t know. I just knew that time was flying by as I continued looking up dates and marking down years. A few times I’d get caught up in reading until I was brought back to the task on hand. Maybe making it throug

Jasmine’s P.O.V My husband’s suitcase clicked shut for the tenth time this year, and the hollow echo it left in our bedroom felt like a punch in my gut. He was gone again— another week, another excuse to leave me alone in this big, quiet house staring at the empty side of the bed. When he called from the airport that morning, his voice was bright. “Hey babe, I have arranged something for while I'm away. His name is Leo. He will be here this afternoon to meet you.”