Tom Riddle's Diary 소설 & 이야기

I was worried because I knew it might be something bad. I have been trying but I still couldn't get rid of the image in my memory. The image of what Romeo wrote in this diary. "I am Romeo Sparks and I will never refuse a dare, even if it means hurting the person I love." Now, one of his homies, Jason, also asked him about the dare. That was enough clue for me to know that something fishy was going on or something was about to happen.

His heart nearly stopped when he saw the words scrawled across the page in messy, hurried handwriting: “I know who Hades is.” Rico’s breath hitched, and his hands trembled slightly as he turned the page. This was Jack’s handwriting. The book in his hands was Jack’s mini diary. For a long moment, Rico simply stared at the words, his mind racing. Jack had known something—something about Hades, something that had clearly put his life in danger. This diary might hold the answers Rico had been searching for, the missing piece of the puzzle that had haunted him ever since Jack’s death.

Nothing says ‘murder’ or ‘top secret’, and again, I’m starting to feel very hopeless indeed. Where will I find that clue I need? The worst part is that I’m not even sure what I’m looking for. It’s not like he wrote a confession to the crime on paper. Right? Unless, of course, Reynold kept a diary. I close my eyes as a wave of heat washes over me. I exit the office and make it downstairs, all while berating myself for being an idiot for so long. Of course. He could very well have a diary. Why didn’t I think of that? Now, it would have to be an older one. One from the year my father and Theo died.

Don't call me a perv! I record every day, I tell you stories and stories of my boring day! I mean you knew I was dating Jasper right? But that punk never gave me attention! Now, 23 august was wet and filthy and yet, I still feel guilty. See, let's just recap what happened perhaps, you'll understand, Dear Diary. "Michael Wake Up It's 7:15!" came that annoying tone of my sister that made me jump up from my peaceful sleep.

Dear Diary, It's been a few days since I last wrote to you. Nothing special happens on my day so I can't tell you anything. Only now can I write to you again because what happened to me last night was so good and satisfying. I killed Rhiza even though she did not do anything bad to me. Maybe I was angry with her for what her girlfriend Clarisse did to me. I promised myself that Clarisse will be the one I will kill next so that they will be together in hell after all, that's where they belong. We will also meet there but it will be a long time before I die. I will just kill my classmates first because they deserve it.

He intently looked at me, "It's not easy to search for it. It may took you years to find one. I advised you to search for Talia. She lives in the woods of Texas. Do you have your things with you?" I know he's pertaining to the diary, pocket watch and the key. I looked at the floor as I shook my head, "No, I don't. The only thing I have is the watch and the key." "That's fine. Do you remember your last diary piece?" "I tried writing everything in a piece of paper. everything that happened to me, still noted though I don't have my diary with me..." I showed him the paper I was able to salvage along the way. He smiled, "Smart ass."

It’s a diary. For several seconds, he simply stares at it. She forgot her diary? Carefully, he picks it up. The cover is worn around the edges, used often. Very often. Opening the front cover, his eyes drop to the first page. This diary belongs to: TROY SUMMERS Summers? He didn't even know her surname. Back then, it didn't matter. They were just two starving children trying to survive another winter. His thumb lingers over the page, then he shuts the diary immediately. He sets it on the bedside table with force and intention.

I'm sure you'll know it's him when you cross parts with him* *If you find a girl or a boy(hopefully it's a girl hopefully she's lovable enough for you. You know what I mean) with the frequency, she will need the journal. Not this one. There's another journal. She probably won't be able to read it until she's ready, but when she is, the Harland collection has a companion text that describes the process. The companion text is called the Respondent. If the man has the collection, he may have the Respondent too.*

I closed it in frustration and sat on the bed, staring at the room where he had stayed all those days. “Come on, Ton. Help me somehow,” I muttered aloud, trying to make my wolf think like him. I pulled the drawer again, still empty, and shoved it back angrily, hearing a click. I yanked the drawer out once more and something underneath jammed it. I forced it a few more times until the drawer came free, revealing a small diary hidden beneath a false bottom. It was a surprising find—something Ton had kept well concealed from prying eyes. I opened the diary and began turning the pages, my heart beating faster as I read the words written there. Ton had recorded his deepest concerns, his doubts an

They sat like that for a while, shoulders touching, diary open between them. Raven reached for the black tome she’d left on the nightstand the night before. She had been studying the final sections late into the previous evening—the most dangerous rites, the ones that bound not just flesh but will, not just bodies but souls. Pages filled with warnings written in silver ink that seemed to pulse faintly when she stared too long. Victoria watched her turn the pages, expression thoughtful. After a moment she took the diary again and wrote: *We have a vast library here.*