Bihar Diaries Novels & Stories

That was why I hoped they were all sleeping in their respective beds as I lazily dragged my feet towards the building with my black work-heels in my left hand and my bag in the other. It didn't come as a surprise when I walked into a lively, bubbly living room though. It was diary night after all. All attention was diverted to me the moment I stepped in, Bisi not making the heat of the spotlight any cooler as she ran forward and imprisoned me in a tight embrace like I'd been gone for centuries. Then she started bombarding me with reprimands and questions. "Sister mi this, sister mi that...did you even eat today?... you're just returning at this hour?...can't you just quit your job?"

Terrah said while looking at the object she was holding. Before giving the book to her grandma, he first read what was written on the back. It was Terrence Johnson's diary entitled, "Diary of a Billionaire's Son." The boy understood that it was his father's life experience. She wanted to know what it contained, so he let his grandmother read it to him. "AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER FATHER WITH THEIR SON NAMED TERRAH," the grandmother said after reading the last quote written in the book.

~Miss Pretty Seeing the first page of her diary made her cry. That was the time she started to write a diary about her feelings for Thyago. That was the time she started to foolishly fall for him. When she looked closely at the page, something suddenly took her attention when she saw a little note written below her notes. When she checked it, it was like a note so she read it. Dearest Miss Pretty: I have a confession to make. The very first time I saw that cute little girl named Bea, I know something strange tugged in my chest deep inside and maybe I'm not aware of it. She was so adorable, cute, shy, and smart.

MAYALINA May 14th 2018 I pick up the large sack of rubbish from the bar, fling it over my shoulder and wobble my weak butt to the back entrance where the large skip bins are. I walk through the halls and look into the rooms as I pass them by. All the doors are open except the room that used to be mine. Things have been really slow on our side of the wing lately. It's like we've all dispersed for our own painful reasons.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

Austin shook his head and picked up his papers again, "we'll talk about it when we get to the hotel." Marybeth didn't think they had anything to talk about. After all, her reproductive health was her decision and hers alone. But to keep the peace, she nodded and eased back in her seat, "Fine. We'll talk at the hotel then." With both father and daughter preoccupied with their projects, Marybeth got down to some work. She dug out Iris' journal from her bag and stared at the elaborate cover before plucking up the nerve to open the book. A relieved sigh spluttered through her lips when she skimmed through the first few entries—several poems written in Afrikaans, random scribblings and quotes by

But Basil did not explain anything, he just smiled and asked again: " But why do you dare to go to this city with nothing in your body, and go alone? Aren't you afraid?" " Be afraid? Yes, I'm scared. But really, I have nothing to lose. You asked me why I didn't bring anything. In fact, I used up all the money I had to buy a bus ticket. I came to this city just to earn money for my mother's medical treatment. But all day today I went to many places, but no one would accept me, maybe tomorrow I will find a way to return to my village to continue working on the farm." " What do you do on the farm?"

I know what I saw, what I heard. "LET ME OUT!" The voice suddenly screams again and I start feeling lightheaded. Those are the last words I hear before passing out on my bathroom floor. I'm in a dark forest now, still in my bathing robe. What? Where- where am I? I almost can't see anything. I'm surrounded by trees with no leaves, im walking bare foot on soft black muddy ground, the only source of light being the moon. I'm so scared. I feel someone breathing heavily behind me and I freeze. I close my eyes and pinch myself hoping that will wake me from this nightmare, but it doesn't work.

Malia's heart skipped a beat as she opened the book, revealing page after page of handwritten notes. It was Bianca's diary. Malia's eyes scanned the first page and her heart broke as she read the words. Bianca had started writing in this diary when she discovered she had a brain tumor, a condition that could potentially erase all her memories. The thought sent a shiver down Malia's spine. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like for her sister to live with that fear.

His schedule was empty today since afternoon. I was about to turn back and close the door behind me when I saw something peeping out of his half open desk drawer. I took out what looked like a diary. It was soo girly. Why would Armaan use such a girly diary? I chuckled at just the mere thought of it Then it clicked me. I opened it and scrutinized the handwriting.... It was Ayesha's diary!!! I knew it! I had my suspicions all along. No wonder why Armaan had been acting like that and treating Ayesha in such ways as if he had developed some kind of Bipolar problem.