The Hong Kong Diaries Novels & Stories

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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. He felt a thousand of needles piercing his body, he thought he was about to die. After a few hours, after recovering from the pain, he took a glimpse of the place where he was transported... There's a newspaper at the doorstep... September 1940.

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.

Tobi asked staring at me seriously. "That is a problem, brother," I replied him as I walked out of the room and the others followed me. I searched for a moment and later found the hidden door, the door that led to the Lugard family archives. I opened my hand and opened the door with a key that Badmus had earlier squeezed into my hand. Then I ran straight to the cage that Harold Lugard was supposed to be in. "It is empty, brother," I declared to Tobi. "Who is this Harold person supposed to be?" Sheyi asked confusingly.

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…

Part of me wanted to drop to my knees right there despite the danger. The panic room door sealed behind us with that same heavy click as before. Red lights came on, showing the small space and monitors flickering to life on backup power. I plugged the USB into a secure port on the panel while Damien checked the screens for more intruders outside. “Shit look at this,” I said, scrolling through the files. Stolen manuscript pages mixed with screenshots of our private emails. The dirty ones. Me telling Damien how I wanted him to fuck my throat till I gagged. Him describing exactly how he’d breed my ass raw.