Tom Riddle's Diary 소설 & 이야기

“Is it her? Is it Eloise? Please… I need to know.” The nurse hesitated at the desperation in his eyes. “I can’t say,” she whispered. “But you should rest.” “No, I can’t. Not until I know she’s okay. Not until I know she’s not doing something that’ll hurt her.” Pamela, panting from the chase, caught up. “What’s this about now?” Richard didn’t answer. Instead, he turned sharply to her. “I need that diary. The old one. From the chest in the attic.”

He whispered once again to my ears. He was handcuffed and taking away. My parents Daniel and his mother came running in. My mother collapsed out of shock for what has happened to me. My Dad was shattered. My hands and legs were untied. I gathered the last strength that I had and spoke to them. “Daniel there is a diary in the house. I locked it in a safe box. The password is 4810. Go through the diary”. “You will find out all the answers to the question you have concerning the very first evening that we met in that restaurant”.

Flopping down on my bed, atop the huge bound of fluffy blankets in a myriad of shades of pink and purple, I pulled out my old diary and stared at the first page. Under the date, which was marked ten years ago, my handwriting stared back at me. It was less refined than it was now, but still loopy and curling and every i was dotted with a heart. Dear Diary, Today was mine and Rhi’s first day at the pack school. It was super scary but super fun! Someone tried to laugh at me for being an Omega, but Rhi punched them! Then we sat with the other Omegas at lunchtime and I met a boy. He’s two years older than me, but he’s soooo handsome.

Hindi na ako nagtanong pa dahil baka maghinala ito, if the diary went missing I would be one the primary suspect if I would indulge more. I would try to probe next time. Today, I finally decided to read Senior’s Dairy once again. I would try to control my emotions and try not to be flustered easily if I read some embarrassing entries. I drop on the carpeted floor and took the box I hid under the bed. I already finished all my classes, and now I have the time to read in secret. Rita is out to make sure that all thing is ready and prepared for the tea party tomorrow. The familiar, unfamiliar symbols took form and greeted me.

She vowed to have the room dismantled as soon as there was no longer a need for it. Rick had paid a visit to Old Wilson a few days before he and Debbie were to be admitted into the hospital. He wanted Old Wilson's help in a few things concerning the children. As he sat across from his old friend, he got nostalgic. He remembered Old Wilson teaching him his lessons back when Rick was small. How he would just give Rick a look, and Rick would know that his answer wasn't correct. The two had such a long history together, that Rick and Old Wilson could almost read each other's minds.

There was a small popping noise, and the diary suddenly snapped open. “April 5, 368 AI,” a cool, female voice murmured and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The diary was floating in front of Jester, the pages turning along with the voice as if there was actually someone who was reading the entries aloud. Now, I am not someone who spooks easy, but I got shivers imagining that the ghost of the previous owner—instead of a spell, as Jester soon explained—was doing that.

"You two, go outside and stand until the rain stops." Max gave Claus a look. The two of them had no objections and immediately went outside to stand in the rain. As cold rain slid down his expressionless face, only then did Max think of something—running so fast in such a cold and heavy rain, Nicole was indeed like his boss, an invincible wonder. In the Riddle family home-- Damien was standing in front of Mr. Riddle Sr. with his head lowered as he was debriefed. Mr. Riddle Sr. asked him about something from time to time, and Damien answered every question. After finishing talking about business, their conversation shifted to the fight for a piece of land between Riddle Corporation and the ra

He was in on the clone ruse from the start and kept cracking unfunny jokes about me not being myself. On day two I was introduced to Richard Black, the inspiration for those fake diary entries, by ‘Diana’ herself, also known as Lori. These days, she was being more open about it. I recognised him from somewhere and couldn’t place him at first until I saw the way he was staring at my ass. The dungeon. He was the powerful other, the visitor from out of state. A self-made Alpha, as inhuman as they come. Two could have a go at dreadful jokes. In my case, dread was a big part of it.

With trembling hands, I approached it, my fingers brushing against the rough wood. With a creak, I lifted the lid, revealing a treasure trove of forgotten memories. Among the yellowed pages and faded photographs, my gaze landed on a leather-bound diary. It was weathered with time, its once vibrant cover now worn and aged. I knew instinctively that this diary held the answers we had been searching for.

Liam muttered to himself feeling pity for her. He couldn't deny his father Rowen hadn't been insistent on having an heir, but he was fine without one. He wasn't desperate until that day when he saw Caleb with Rissa; he wished he was the man who completed that family. He was about closing the box dejectedly when his eyes caught something strange. "A dairy! Diane's diary!" he thought as he picked it up and rushed into his study to read through the important details. Liam felt agitated by each chapter unraveled, his hand shivered at the level of terrifying discoveries the diary holds.