The Hong Kong Diaries Novels & Stories

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.

"Oh my God, you like her too. I have a book! I love her work." My mum has a book?! Wow! "Old school? It's not old school at all." "It is. In someway. She probably wrote that book when I was a toddler, or yet to be born. She's a reporter, you know her, right?" "I wouldn't have her name if I didn't. She's a reporter, yes, but I'm quite surprised. I didn't know she had a book." "She does. It's not fiction though. It's basically a collection of her reports from Africa. Their wars, economic crises and pandemics."

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

But, Lin showed nonchalance towards their unkind conduct. Instead, Lin held his head high and looked up at the sun which beat down on him mercilessly. Sweat began to roll from his dimples down to the edge of his jaw. He wiped it with his left shirt cuff. Lin knew that there laid a series of wayside second hand book shops along the street. Last time, when he was in one of the old book shops, he found a rare book written by late president, Dr Maung Maung entitled“London’s Diary”at a cheap price.

Over the next few days, I kept seeing news about his company on my phone. At first, people only discussed how strange it was to hold a funeral at the office. Then, information leaked about the company's poor-quality products and major defects. Some people even spread rumors just for clicks. Like waves building up higher and higher, Daniel's business collapsed within a few weeks, and he was left bankrupt. He also became a recognizable figure everywhere he went. Cameras practically followed him, so he had to wear a mask, though people still recognized him. The once high-and-mighty boss had become a rat in the gutter.

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

"Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!" I close the diary and take a sip of my coffee, smiling to myself. I know I'm probably the only person in the world who would find this kind of thing exciting, but that's okay. I've always been a little different, a little wild. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

And the monster’s victory is so complete, it leaves you wondering if you’re reading the journal of the victim… or the secret, proud biography of the victor. Then, after a long pause, Adam lifted the diary again. His thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” he whispered. And he opened the diary. ——— Episode 20 – Pool Party The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of chlorine and expensive perfume. Mason’s name was scrawled across the front in a looping, feminine hand. He slit it open with a thumb, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to the delicate stationery. Inside, on a cardstock the color of a summer sky, were the words:

, don’t make me lose respect for you!" I turned to leave, but then remembered my diary was still in his possession. I coldly added, "Give me back my diary!" "It's in my room. Want to come with me to get it?" "Forget it. It’s easy to misunderstand when a man and a woman are alone together. I’ll wait for you in the lobby." I pressed the elevator button and quickly disappeared from Dominic’s sight in my high heels. He looked up and caught a glimpse of the cut on his lip in the reflection of a shop window, chuckling softly to himself. Sure, I was a bit wild lately, but I was a lot more interesting than before, wasn’t I? Once back in his room, Dominic Blackwood quickly pulled out the thick notebo