Witchy Diary Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I only play to win." Taehyung leaned back in his chair, the grin on his face softening as he swirled the drink in his hand. "You remember the night I told you about her diary? That ridiculous little book where she poured out everything—her thoughts, her fears, her guilt," he said, his tone laced with both amusement and admiration. Macro nodded, his own smirk growing. "Yeah, I remember. She practically wrote an instruction manual on how to control her."

She tries to zip it up but her hands can't reach the zipper. She's really tempted to look in the mirror but she doesn't. She steps out to the ohhs and ahhs of her audience. Sarah turns around. "Someone please zip me up." Katrina snaps her finger and the dress zips up automatically. Sapphire jumps up and starts to clap. "Woah! Being a witch is so cool." Katrina snorts. "Darling girl, you don't know the least of it." SAMANTHA

Today I started writing a diary. On April 6, 2008, Kacy's twelfth birthday, I gave her her favorite doll bear. As she turned page after page, Kacy could not help but cry . In Sasha Ovis' diary, it seems like there was no one but her. Her whole life revolves around her, but what about her? But it was the one who hurt her the most and made her jump off the building. Her heart ached, and Kacy could not wait to vent her hatred.

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only woman he loves deeply? One more reason I came here. I want to give this to you." She got stunned when the old woman suddenly handed her a familiar notebook that she was starting to recognize. To her surprise, it was the diary she owned way back in her high school days. The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began...

Despite her being clueless to all of this situation. No, I need to think friends. That is all. -------------------- Dear Diary… So spending time with this Beta has been quite fun. He is trying to be friendly I think, trying to make me feel relaxed. He makes me smile I have to say. I don’t think that is a good thing though. He is one of the top guys here. Me crushing on him is not a good idea. And I think he is going to be one of the ones who has to teach me all about the werewolfy ways and all that shiz. And it is going to be a little embarrassing to have to admit that I know nothing, when to them it is all natural and stuff they have grown up around. But flirting with him or when he touches

His thumb lingers over the page, then he shuts the diary immediately and sets it on the bedside table with force and intention. No. He isn’t doing this. He turns away and walks toward the bathroom, then glances back. The diary sits there innocently, as if it's waiting. Dorian narrows his eyes. She planted that. There is absolutely no way Troy Summers forgot her diary. No chance. She knew exactly what she was doing. But what? What is her game? And why is she so different than what he remembers? What happened to the sweet, innocent girl that shared her bread with him?

Diana said as she bowed to Derek who nodded at her, seeing Danica, she rushed to her and both hugged and disengaged. “How is my friend like a sister?” Danica asked, her hands on Diana’s cheeks, Diana is an hybrid, a wolf and a witch but the wolf gene is the dominant one “Have you been well?” She asked, Diana, remembering something, blushed “Gotten a prey?” She asked, Diana, nodded, and Danica laughed “Of course.” The three soon were engrossed in their conversation. “What is happening?” Chase whispered to Madam Dera.

When she was eighteen she wore Eternity, and I can catch a whiff of that too, coming from the pages of the diary. Right. Let’s dive in, quick. I feel very tense and guilty sitting here, even though I’m Lottie’s key holder and have a perfect right to be in her flat and she’s on a plane, miles away, and, anyway, if someone did walk in I would thrust the diary very quickly under a pillow and say, Just here for security reasons. I open the diary at random. Fliss is such a bitch.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

Her thoughts drifted, circling that dangerous edge, where fear blurred into curiosity, and curiosity into something deeper, something harder to name. Because somewhere, buried beneath all her resistance, was a question she didn’t want to ask out loud: What would it feel like… to let go that completely? Chloe shut her eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly, as if trying to steady herself. Then, after a long pause, she lifted the diary again. Her thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” she whispered. And she opened the diary. ______ Episode 47 – Locked in the Office