The Hong Kong Diaries Novels & Stories

“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.

IN MY HUSBAND'S OFFICE VERONICA CROSS (FL) — 26 YRS RONAN MARKOV (ML) — 38 YRS VANESSA My legs trembled as I walked towards my husband's office. He only ever calls me here when I do something wrong. Then again I am forever doing something wrong. I walked past his moody secretary and opened his office door to find him spinning in circles on his chair behind the desk. His very grey office smelled strongly of his masculine scent. And the first thing I noticed was the tent in his pants. Well. That explains a lot.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

Dante Moretti had not slept in three days. Not properly. Not since Amara disappeared. The city of Sicily had become restless beneath him, every street corner carrying whispers of war while his men tore through ports, casinos, underground clubs, and abandoned properties searching for her. And still— nothing. Which only made the rage worse. Dante stood near the massive windows of the temporary estate he had taken over outside the city, one hand gripping a glass of untouched whiskey while the storm outside battered violently against the cliffs.

Why can't I remember anything? I put my index fingers on both sides of my head and slightly massage the corners of my head. What a horrible dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and grab my phone before heading downstairs. I start texting Kali. Me : I had a terrible dream last night. There was a girl who looked exactly like me except her eyes were completely black. Kali : You have an evil alter ego? Me : Very funny. Kali : I'll pick you up at 1p.m and you can tell me all about it.

He looked back at TaeHwan and asked him, 'Has Jungwoo sent a parcel? He shrugged his shoulders and answered, 'I don't know'. Minho grabbed the package and shut the door. Hoseong was busy with his phone. Minho read his name on the parcel. He unwrapped the package and found diary inside. He shrunk his eyes and marched towards Hoseong. He kept a diary in front of him and asked him, 'Hyung, isn't that your diary? He raised his eyes and, as his eyes fell upon the blue leather notebook, his face turned pale.