The Hong Kong Diaries Novels & Stories

It was later that day I discovered that Damien was actually my neighbor. He lives directly opposite my house and I watched him all day through the window. It's the first time in a decade that I actually felt alive. I had a feeling and to me that's an achievement. My first day in mcade high, though marked as the beginning of my problem, isn't really is. I had mixed feelings and they remained mixed because Jude Kam was on a business trip and I was all alone at home. I escaped his defilement for that day and that pleased my soul, then the stunning but arrogant class president ends up becoming my neighbor. I was pleased that I'd be able to watch him, anytime I like (stupid, haha) and also scared

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!

I stared at the ceiling and tried closing my eyes but sleep evaded me. I remembered my mother's diaries. I hasitsted but I caved in and went to get them. I placed them on the bed and looked at the for a while like they were pandora's box. Curiosity got the better of me and I grabbed the first one. It was written, Maya's diary, the year 1995. I opened it and saw the first entry. It was titled " Love At First Sight". There was no going back now. Forgive me mom, I thought to myself as I began going through he love story.

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

My throat burned. I grabbed a half-filled bottle of water I had left on my desk and gulped it down at once. The feeling came again, rumbling down in my stomach. I couldn’t tell if this was pregnancy-induced or the pool of blood that kept flashing back to my mind. I got to the bathroom before I let it out. The sink was covered in my puke. I ran water over my face. I dragged in air slowly as I walked back to the office. A diary caught my eye as I packed every file and document back into the drawers. Pink colored thick-covered diary. This must have belonged to Victoria.

The wild strike at the airport has completely shattered the day for countless travelers, and my long-awaited return trip home has now been cruelly postponed until tomorrow. Thanks to a quick search on G****e, I managed to secure a hotel that perfectly matches the modest budget of a junior forensic accountant scraping by on entry-level pay. The hotel itself feels like a seductive time capsule, first opened during the glittering 'Roaring Twenties' when the hip Charleston rhythms pulsed through smoky speak-easies and forbidden desires flowed as freely as the bootleg gin.

MY MOTHER'S BESTIE The aroma of Chardonnay filled the air in his office, seeping out into the living room like it's trying to lure me in. Five of Steven 's friends sit around in his office, glasses in their hands, ice clicking in them. They're laughing about some sweet business transaction that they had managed to get, when I walked in barefooted, carrying a fresh bottle of Chardonnay in a tray. I've been yearning for my uncle's dick for two whole months.