The Hong Kong Diaries Novels & Stories

Seeing butler Fotune, Violet asked: - Butler Fotune, I'm done cleaning. Now, what do I need to do next? Fotune walked into the kitchen and she was amazed at the cleanliness of the kitchen, so clean that the kitchen surfaces were shiny, and the utensils were scrubbed clean. The whole kitchen seemed to glow. But the butler Fotune also kept that surprise in her heart, but on the outside, she was still very calm, she took out a tangerine watch from her pocket and said:

He met his friends waiting for him on the steps of the business administration building and jogged up the steps to meet them. They shook hands and side hugged then his friends launched into a tale of what happened yesterday concerning him and Darina. "Let's leave yesterday as yesterday and talk about today." Ethan told them. He looked pointedly at Harry. "Where's Saira's notebook?" "Ah geez, I thought it was all a joke yesterday." Harry protested. "So you didn't bring it." Ethan said. "I'm going to treat your fuck up Harry." "I brought it!" Harry exclaimed and picked up his bag at his feet, opened the front zip and brought out a blue spiral bind book. "I already typed it up on my laptop befo

Grey had said about the fact that she is a White Wolf and that many would want her for their selfish gains. She now had her mother's diary and could not wait to read it! And she also had her necklace, and her mother wanted her to always where it. Then there was that green liquid in those vials, but she figured her mother's diary would hold the answers to that. Wow, just yesterday, she was just a graduate who'd just moved to a new city and whose primary focus was starting her new job on Monday. Actually, the internship was why she had come to TL in the first place. She smiled at the memory of her clever father.

He doesn't know if his father will return. He was two hundred in age, his father was almost thousands. He can still recall his father's order, "If you want to leave, do it. Don't worry about me. Go in a year where peace is at hand..." His diary dated February 1915. He was doubting on leaving his father. It took him hours before he decided on entering the room with the diary clipped in his armpit, the pocket watch on his left hand, and the gold key inside his pocket and chanted the same.

I spun around in the black desk chair watching as the white walls mixed with the blur of my Colton Dixon poster and the purple of my roommates tapestry. I stopped myself staring back down at the bright pink diary laying flat on the dark wood of the desk. My mother had gotten it for me as a going away gift to "reflect on my choices while away at college" but I don't think we have the same idea of what good and bad decisions are anymore. I opened the cover revealing the thin gray lines running down the first page and grabbed a pen from the cup on the left hand side of the desk.

It's always tense like they have been ordered to guard me. I don't think I will ever get used to this place. It doesn't feel like home at all. Hazel "Poor Hazel," I whisper as I turn the page to the next entry. December 7th, 1972 Dear diary, Terrible things happen in this pack. I knew Graham and his father didn't like mixed matches, but I guess I never realized just how much.

played me without a goddamn reason. “Hannah? Here. I want you to go with this.” Holly called from the house, breaking my train of thoughts. I scurried over, curious. In her outstretched hands, was a diary. I grabbed it cautiously, examining the intricate patterns on the cover. I opened it and gasped. I immediately shoved the diary back in her hands. “No, Holly I couldn't possibly take that.” I said, shaking my head vigorously. Holly chuckled, a light warm sound that seeped into my bones, grounding me.

My diary was also packed in the bag. I'd always kept a diary, though Henry never knew. He took everything back to his rented apartment and accidentally knocked over a blue notebook. Picking it up, he recognized my handwriting. I was sentimental and couldn't bear to throw away old things, especially my diaries. Several volumes had gone missing during our move, but surprisingly, the one from high school remained. "July 15, Heavy Rain

After arriving at the Arcburn villa district, Harvey entered a very secluded villa. George had been waiting there for a while. When he saw Harvey show up, he respectfully poured Harvey a cup of tea before taking out a laptop. The screen displayed pictures accompanied with simple introductions. “Are these all documents about the Yorks from Hong Kong?” Harvey asked, browsing the pictures with interest. “These are just a part of it. Since we’re in a rush, a lot of the remaining files are stuck in Country H for the time being.” “But don’t worry, sir. I remember what I saw.”

UNKNOWN POV DEAR DIARY, She grows beautiful each and every passing day. It was just yesterday she was a child, and now she has tits and curves in all the right places. I stare at her through this broken mirror, I see her every step, her every move… I feel pain when she’s happy, and I relish in the joy her sadness brings me. She is mine, Diary. Mineee! Oh, it won’t be long now…