Tom Riddle's Diary Novels & Stories

“Why don’t you just tear the cover page off?” “No way!” Ramsey shot back, shaking his head. “Bella cherished this diary. I’m not going to destroy it.” “Okay, okay. What about… RAB?” Davis suggested. “A is for ‘and,’ not N. So it makes sense.” Ramsey’s eyes widened with realization. “Ohhh! You might be onto something!” He tried the combination, RAB. A click echoed in the room, and the lock broke open. Their hearts raced with anticipation as they sat on the bed, ready to uncover Bella’s secrets. But as Ramsey peered into the diary, he felt a protective urge rise within him.

I’m not sure, what it was," he said in perfect English. Shawn sat up straight and looked across at the window. "Sir, I don’t mean to be callous to your circumstances, but this was solved yesterday when the two guys were doing their jobs differently. They did it." "But?" Shawn asked. Eddies nodded even though Shawn couldn't see him. "Well... Um-they said it didn't make sense at all, no maps, no directions." Shawn remembered how the old man sent the diary the day before he died. Then his reverie was halted when Eddie spoke again, "Sir, it also says that whoever solves this riddle will discover the path to the key."

“For everything, Delia, thank you. I will never forget.” When they got upstairs, Teddy tended to Rafik’s wounds as Tessa frantically searched the room to make sure she left nothing else behind. “We don’t have long, Tess. Are you ready?” She pushed her hair off her forehead as her eyes snapped back to them. “Whoever took my dairy, they’re working with our grandparents.” Rubbing her fingertips against her head, Tessa searched around the air in front of her. “My diary.” Realizing it was her own love-struck, drunken words that doomed them, she sank back into the chair by the bed while her lips curled down into a frown and quivered as tears began streaming down her face.

She simply came to my desk, while I was half-buried under my Moon-code cipher assignments, and said, “Lord Riddle will be arriving tomorrow. He wishes to see you privately.” I blinked. “What?” “Lord Riddle. He’ll be here by nightfall.” It took me a few seconds to process. “He’s... coming here?” “Yes.” “Like—here here?” “Yes.” I stared at her. My heart didn’t skip. My breath didn’t catch. But something—something deeper, quieter—shifted in my chest. Like a puzzle piece rotated slightly, not locking into place, but brushing up against the correct edge for the first time.

My pulse hammered even faster as I leaned forward in my seat. Could this be connected to that dream I had earlier? The next entry was shorter, much shorter. It was only three lines, but those three lines… they were just enough; Felix Whitmore His name is Felix Whitmore, and I think I’m in trouble. My breath stopped as the car suddenly disappeared, the road disappeared….hell, everything disappeared with it. All I could see were the words. Felix Whitmore, and I think I’m in trouble. The next page made it even worse because there was a pressed movie ticket taped into the diary. Beside it was a photograph, a blurry Polaroid selfie.

she said softly. Meanwhile, Jimmy, who had been hiding and listening to their conversation, let out a deep sigh before walking away. Later that cool evening, Jimmy sat on his bed, jotting down thoughts in his journal when Rachel entered, catching him in the act. "This is amusing; it’s quite funny to see a guy writing a diary," Rachel teased, and he looked up at her, annoyance flickering in his eyes. "What are you doing here? How many times must I tell you to knock before entering?" he snapped.

We were alone. “Tell me what the doctor said,” he demanded softly, crowding my space against the wall. I told him. The stress link. The acceleration. How my teenage breakdown — the one he orchestrated for laughs — might have cost her years. Tears spilled over as I spoke. I didn’t wipe them. Let him see what he created. Ryder’s jaw clenched. He didn’t look away. Instead, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, worn notebook. My old diary. The original pages he’d never fully returned.

I scratched the back of my neck. My phone mistakenly slipped out of my hand, making me drop to the ground. Just under the shelf, there was a safe. "Yes!" I smiled, moving away the books for easy access to it. It was affixed to the wall, with books covering it. Just when I was about to open it and probably break the code, I saw a big black diary with an inscription that said 'Lord Raniero'. "Lord, my ass" I scoffed, coughing out the dust from the book. "Let's see what you have here"

Among them were old scrolls, a strange amulet, and what appeared to be a diary. "This is incredible," Aislinn said, her voice filled with awe. "These scrolls might contain ancient knowledge or rituals. The amulet could be a key to understanding the runes, and the diary might provide insight into the purpose of these symbols." Marinetta and Harley leaned in, their eyes scanning the contents of the box. The diary, worn and aged, seemed to hold particular significance. As Aislinn began to read the diary aloud, the room fell silent, every word weighed with importance.

Sitting down, I went to open his lap top and stopped. On the desk in front of me was Tommy's journal. Since he was a young boy Tommy had kept a journal and somewhere in his closet was a box that contained all of them. I knew he started this one shortly after Bill died and as if it had a mind of its own, my hand reached out for it. I stopped myself from picking it up. The journal was his private thought and feelings, I had no right to look. Considering his recent behavior however, it was tempting. I sat there tapping my long red nail on the leather cover, then finally pushed it away from the computer and looked at the screen which had come up.