Tom Riddle's Diary 소설 & 이야기

I needed to see Mikey, so I told Chuks to drive over to my school at Taiwo Avenue. The cabin was starting to kill me, it was empty and Kaz and his guys did not return. I kept thinking about how to do what I had to do throughout the night, rolling in my not-so-comfortable bed. The man was a corrupt politician, he was responsible for the misery of a lot of people. I said all these things in my mind to justify what I was about to do, it never really got old, trying to rationalize taking a person's life, no matter how much they deserved it. For someone who committed a lot of murders in his life, I really could not get past the guilt, it's a sort of punishment I placed upon myself. After a while,

I couldn't tell if he had something to do or if he got nervous when I asked about us. “We were friends and enemies,” I mumbled, trying to wrap my head around it. Well, there was only one way to find out. No one knew me better than myself. My eyes fell on the diary. It was a big book, like one of those huge fantasy novels with maps and character pictures. It was something I couldn’t finish reading in weeks. Was I such a huge fan of writing? I sighed, picked up my diary, and dropped my number with the bartender to give to Tony before leaving the bar.

They both put their hands on their knees and took deep breaths to calm theirselves down. "I'm sorry Cody, but we have to come here"she smiled at him. They met Riven on their way inside and the little boy struggled not to roll his eyes. Stupid Doctorhe thought. "Oh hi pretty lady! Hi little one!"Riven said excitedly as his sight was focused on Carmen. She fuddled nervously with her necklace as Cody decided to talk. "Hi River cow"At that, Carmen couldn't hold it anymore and filled the whole hospital with her loud laughter. Riven was glaring at both of them as he was giving the little boy threatening looks.

I casually looked around, sitting on the corner of the couch and looking down over Las Vegas Boulevard, where I could see the high-rises and the flashing lights, the replica Eiffel Tower and the music fountain. I stared at the city of desire, feeling the cold from the soda bottle pass into my palm. Memories of my childhood blinking like lights. Just when my mother's blurred face was about to appear in my mind, the sound of Tommy's footsteps coming down the stairs brought me back to my senses. “This is your mother's diary.” Tommy handed me a thick leather notebook, an old-fashioned one with a small lock. “It's locked,” Tommy said, “But this lock doesn't have any practical effect. It can be so

He stops bugging me for a few seconds when I feel a piece of paper appear in my hands. We're not supposed to use magic during our human courses. Is he crazy?? I smoothen open the crumpled piece of paper curious to see what's it in. "You're beautiful and you're distracting me Layla.." I smile at the note and hide it carefully so the teacher doesn't see me being distracted. The door opens up and the principal walks in with a boy I've never seen before.

It was too vivid, too real to dismiss. It pleasured me against my will, forcing a release that left me shaking and hollowed out. No amount of silver, no holy scripture, could stop it. I’m tired. I’ve tried everything, yet I can’t escape this life. I am a monster.” --- Clap! The sound of a sharp clap echoed through the room as the book slammed shut. The figure holding the book lingered for a moment. It then used his fingers to trace over the worn leather cover and the grooves of the embossed initials: R.H.—Raven’s diary.

I believed him and never questioned it. The door was unlocked and opened with a gentle push. The study was decorated minimally. There was just one massive desk and a bookcase that reached the ceiling. However, there were no photos of his parents or his brother, Alex. Instead, the walls were covered with Rachel Taylor's pictures. Rachel as a teenager, running along the shore in a white dress. Rachel in college, smiling by a library window as she held her textbook. Rachel in a wedding gown... My eyes burned. Through my tears, I noticed a diary on the desk.

The very first page made his breath hitch. "My Beloved Rival" The words, written in deep red ink, echoed in his mind. For strange reasons he couldn't explain, his heartbeat picked up. Curiosity pulled him in, and he was about to turn the next page When suddenly, the diary was snatched from his hands. "What are you doing?! Why did you take that?" Ryan's voice was sharp as he clutched the diary to his chest, his eyes blazing as he glared at Zane. "I...I just saw it and... I didn't mean"

“We were just talking about you the other day, weren't we, Derek? The ringleader, Derek, nodded, still not releasing my wrist. “That's right. We were wondering if you're still writing in that diary of yours. You know, the one you're always so secretive about.” My blood ran cold. “That's... that's private,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Private?” Derek laughed, a harsh, barking sound that made several heads turn in our direction. “Nothing's private in this town, sweetheart. Word travels fast.” “You know what I heard?” the second guy interjected, his eyes gleaming with malicious curiosity. “I heard that diary of yours isn't all rainbows and butterflies. I heard it's got s

Ryan let out a harsh breath, shocked, while Roy stood frozen and furious beside me. I kept reading. I must hide the evidence. And if anything happens to me, Hailey must never trust him. Never trust the town. They will protect him. They always have. My hands trembled so hard Roy covered the diary with his palm to steady it. I turned to the final entry, the words shaking as I whispered them aloud. If you’re reading this, my sweet girl, I didn’t die of cancer. I didn’t die in peace. I didn’t die in a hospital bed. If I disappear, I am being held somewhere. And it means he finally made his move.