The Hong Kong Diaries Novels & Stories

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.*

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.

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.

Rowan's POV HongKong was everything it promised to be, bright lights, ruthless deals, ceilings made of glass and gold. Across from my team and I sat the entire HongKong representatives , with Mr Liang the CEO at the head of the table. I watched in silence as they flipped through the thick contracts and glossy presentations. " We're impressed with this Mr Sinclair"" Liang said with an asian accent. " Your numbers are clean, and the vision aligns perfectly with our expansion" he adds firmly

“Sure. You've read through the whole thing right? It was part of your lawyer duties?” He nodded. “Both sides of the case read through the diary.” “And what was the first entry date of this ‘diary’?” “Two years ago.” “Did she mention that time she broke her big toe? Because that was a landmark moment in her life.” Harrington paused. Then hesitantly said, “No.”

WITHOUT PRICE With the strong whizz of the jets, the Jumbo flew over the bay, almost touching the surface of the water and landed at Kai Tak Airport like a gigantic seagull. Diana peeked through the small window and swallowed hard when she saw the single lane surrounded by water and, further away, the majestic island of Hong Kong on one side, and Kowloon with its mountain range in the background on the other. The gray haired man beside her smiled at the expression on her face.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: ONE ROOM LEFT The storm was raging outside the hotel. The rain hammered against the tall glass windows of the lobby as Sophia clutched her suitcase, water dripping from her coat. Her flight had been cancelled, the roads were flooded, and every hotel in the city was fully booked. Except this one had one room left. “The honeymoon suite,” the receptionist said apologetically. “It’s the only one we have. I’m so sorry, but with the storm…”

Or, it may be something that I can work with him on, to get him to accept just like when it happened with Asher and Dan, and maybe even enjoy, but I chose my diary instead of confessing to my husband. It was locked down, the boys and I were on a little break and the only cock I had in my hot pussy was David, my husband. I wanted to explore, but I couldn’t since I'd vowed to the boys that I belonged to them alone. Without the boys, I turned to my diary to pen down how I met my husband.