Tom Riddle's Diary Novels & Stories

"Um… why did you stop? Ancient Book?" "Because I have limited knowledge about deeply personal events," the book replied. Micha leaned forward. "Then tell us what you do know." "Very well." Golden letters spiraled upward. --- Truth Beyond the Diary "You have not heard Roosevelt's side of the story," the book wrote. "And you will not hear it today." "Why?!" Micha groaned dramatically. "It is not yet time," the book responded. Levi rolled his eyes. "It's never time. This suspense is torture."

Kaela’s POV Taren kept his hand on the torn pages as if he could force them to return. The safe house was quiet. I looked at the rough edges in the diary, then at the forged papers beside it. Eleanor had planned every lie carefully, but she had kept too many pieces of the truth close. “Taren,” I said, “Kathy knew someone might find this diary one day.” He looked at me. His eyes were red, but his voice stayed low. “The pages are gone, Kaela.”

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

“That’s not possible, Rosy. I don’t believe in us anymore and I'm married.” Then a sudden sound sliced through the air, a slow, cold clap making them freeze. Rosy turned first, and her face went pale. George’s throat went dry knowing the familiar scent. Thalia stood at the doorway, her eyes red and cold, a small diary clutched in her hand. The pool lights flickered across her face, catching the glint of the tears on her cheeks. Rosy traced her face to her hands, seeing the diary she was holding, she recognized the diary instantly.

Hi peekaboo diary. So happy that I changed the old Diary that seems to be filled with only bad memories. But I promise you, that I'm filling you with hot and steamy memories. So let's just recap about my life. I'm Rumi. I married my high school boyfriend and have two beautiful children. However, my marriage turned into divorce because of that asshole. I spent nearly 20 years with the same man, faithful, and loyal. On the eve of Christmas eve, in the northeast winters, my friend Sara and I met up at a local restaurant bar to grab some drinks and catch up on all the happenings in our lives.

Rina said, full of emotion, “She could have run away. But she saved me. I owe her.” Rina got up and left the room. She had discovered a secret in Tora’s diary. She had taken it out of the drawer before they left for the cabin, throwing it carelessly beside her own bed. But when Rina returned and the moon had disappeared from the dark sky, the diary shone. The lock on the diary was opened automatically, and a hidden page was revealed. That’s when Rina decided to fly west once again. Thorn would need it as soon as possible.

he questioned, but not letting me reply, he muttered, “Shit! I am late. The class has already started. I am gonna kill Aster for that.” Hearing his name, my ear pulled up being alert, but before I could ask him anything, he rushed inside the classroom. Anxiously, I was about to walk away when suddenly I heard the teacher yelling, “I don’t allow procrastinators in my class. Get out!” Soon after, Riddle came out hanging his head low. Even though it was bad for him, I found it a great opportunity to interrogate him. “Riddle!” Leaning his back on the wall, he questioned, “What are you doing here?”

Thursday, 13 February 2014 11:00pm Dear Jennifer, I have decided to write a personal journal to help me cool off my head over the tough times I face with my family. Should anything weird happen to me one day, I hope this book will find its way to you and help solve the riddles around my situation. I am not predicting something bad to happen to me or my family any soon; however, the future, and all its occurrences, is inevitable.

“We were starting to think-” “That something happened?” Tara offers, a little breathless. “It very nearly did. Without a bit of outside help, I’m not sure we’d be standing here.” She unclips the strap of the leather satchel slung across her body and holds out a leather-bound journal to me. “This is the diary of the woman who’s in cahoots with Malcolm now. Isadora Redgrave.” “Her diary?” Hilda asks, perplexed. “Yes. We haven’t read it yet, there was no time. An unexpected ally alerted me to its existence. He thinks there may be some useful information in it. Ash risked his life to get it.”

Therefore, I've decided to dig on this on my own. I close my eyes, flashes of the moments I spent with King starts to show up. The man who was sitting beside me at the seashore doesn't seem the man which Rily has portrayed. The last page of Rily's diary showed a map, and one place was deadly highlighted. Maybe, just maybe that place has some connection with this whole thing and maybe I would be able to know what exactly happened with Rily. Damn it! I am just a storm of confusions right now, I don't know whom to trust.