The Hong Kong Diaries Novels & Stories

She had just been transferred from the eastern part of the country to the northern part, so she came with her one year old daughter. Her daughter had diarrhea and that caused the woman to exhaust the toiletries she was with. She could not find where to buy toiletries as there were no shops selling toiletries around where she was. It happened that the pieces of paper she had ignorantly picked, was a portion of the Muslim holy book.

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.

I'm sure you'll know it's him when you cross parts with him* *If you find a girl or a boy(hopefully it's a girl hopefully she's lovable enough for you. You know what I mean) with the frequency, she will need the journal. Not this one. There's another journal. She probably won't be able to read it until she's ready, but when she is, the Harland collection has a companion text that describes the process. The companion text is called the Respondent. If the man has the collection, he may have the Respondent too.*

My head painfully shake. Am really sorry" I inwardly shutter. I hastily turn around. I superspeed out of the hall to the cottages parking lot. I abandoned Douglas lips agape and confused. Am certain he's stuck within an inquisitive delima. An inquisitive delima over my unexpected scurry. It's pretty weird, suspicious and hilarious. I felt like a kangaroo chased by a starving blood thirsty lion. What's actually more hilarious is my abandoned book. I abandoned my book on my desk.

Seeing that everyone was happy around me, I forgot myself for a second looking at the couples in front of me forgetting the fact that I was in his hand cage. Then I saw David making Ananya sit inside the heart and take her photographs which made me remember Vincenzo taking my photographs like that when we were on our date. Remembering those memories that I treasured once, I felt like puking. Pulling me away from him strongly, I ran inside the washroom in my room throwing up all at once making my stomach completely empty even when I didn't even have anything except two green teas today.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

She was duped once more about her devotion to the royal family. On the short break for the taping session, Terrence sat on the bench and picked his ballpen and notebook from his bag. He began to write sentences on the thing he was holding with dates and titles. It was his personal diary. He named it "Diary of a Billionaire's Son", since he was the heir to a billionaire's property. All events were put in there. His achievements, tragedies, and realities in life, including bad instances. No one ever read it, because it was his exclusive memorabilia written by himself as his daily routine.

Madam Peju had announced that diary night would begin very early the day before, she even specified the time which was very much unlike her. It was currently thirty-two minutes to that time and even though I was happy that I'd met Fuhad earlier, giving me the chance to prepare for battle, I still wasn't sure if I should say the truth or just look away. My subconscious had suggested that I grab Bisi and go far away from this place and I was very ashamed that I'd even considered it.

This was the last person I wanted to see, especially when his eyes flickered down to the diaries in Hectors hands with the title clearly shown on display. 'Oh no,' My wolf gasped.