The Hong Kong Diaries Novels & Stories

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.

I then closed the diary, put my children to bed, and joined my husband beneath the covers. When my husband got on top of me, he said, "Your body is Soo warm." Ultimately, we had sex all night long. My life has been knowing happiness in my husband's house. I thought everything will be like this forever, not knowing it was marking another saga ahead. A saga I wasn't prepared for. A SAGA THAT INVOLVES THE SECRETS IN MY DIARY.

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.