Burari Case Diary Notes Novelas e Histórias

Forced the morning forward until Leah could not catch her own breath. This room refuses to rush. The gown, for the first time, is not allowed to hurry her. When the exterior documentation is finished, Dr. Ward steps back. “That completes the first stage.” The case remains closed. Leah stares at it. Some part of her had expected it to look different after being documented. Smaller perhaps. Less powerful. It does not. It is still a white case on a metal table. Still sealed. Still holding the silk that knows more than Leah can remember.

It opened, and I went in. The master bedroom layout was still exactly the same as it was before. Even the color of the sheets was exactly the same as when I went to the hospital to give birth five years ago. The only difference was that there were several notebook diaries on the bedside table, and they were all locked. It seemed that Austin had gotten into a habit of locking up everything important to him over the past few years. I picked up one of the diaries and looked at it. Some of the pages in the diary looked like they had been soaked because they were quite horribly wrinkled.

Driven by some unseen force, I pried open the board. Lying underneath was an iron box wrapped tightly in oil paper. Opening it, I found a thick leather-bound diary and a hard drive sealed in an anti-static bag. A sticky note was attached to the hard drive, bearing my father's shaky handwriting: **[Five years in the making, data finally recovered. This is the best wedding gift for Elara.]** Trembling, I opened the diary first. I expected it to be filled with resentment over the family bankruptcy or worries about the future.

"That day when I saw how precious you treated your mother's notebook, I thought of what you told me last time about going to the Case residence to get your mother's belongings. So I went to the Case family and asked them to hand over all your mother's things. All that remains are this photo album and a diary. The diary seems to have been soaked in water before, as the cover is blurred." Kisa listened and swept a glance at the coffee table, only to find a bag next to the photo album. She quickly took the thing out of the bag. It was a diary with a blurry cover. She opened it and looked at it; much of the handwriting inside was illegible. No matter what, it was her mother's belongings, and to

Second page had another small nore ," Hey dear diary , you know what I am really lazy but i still wanted to wrie down some important things and moments i wanna remeber so i am not gonna talk to you daily . I will talk to you only when i have beans to spill . Otherwise my life is boring you won't be interested at all ,Don't mind . Cynthia smiled reading the note she suspected whoever this Natasha is she is really kinda funny . Cynthia then turned to page 3 , there was still no daily update it was another small note actually kinda big . "Okay I was just about to pack you up , but then I thought I should introduce you to myself . My name is Natasha warraich . I know you saw it on the first pag

I found a few notes of cash so I took out a few notes from that drawer. When I was getting money from the drawer something fell on the ground. I bent down and picked up the book from the ground. I saw that it was a diary. I opened the diary. On the first page, it was written that it solely belongs to Aaron Malhotra. Whoever reads this diary without its owner's permission will face severe consequences... I kept the diary on the bed and gave money to the maid. I told her to bring me 2-3 packets of sanitary pads.

I went over to the desk and started ripping papers writing years down. The oldest recollection I had was before the barrier was erected but that was just in passing memory. This Diary starts out with the night of the barrier being created. It’s by far the oldest and at fifteen hundred years old I put that one first on the shelf taking care to place the others on the floor. There were nearly a hundred diaries each from a different person but whatever reason Dimitris had them here I didn’t know. I just knew that time was flying by as I continued looking up dates and marking down years. A few times I’d get caught up in reading until I was brought back to the task on hand. Maybe making it throug

The top-right corners of the pages keep crumbling into charcoal. I stare at the burnt diary. This is the diary of someone who must have gotten seriously hurt in that day’s blast, I think. Not many people survived the blast; I was one of the few who did. The diary is in bad shape. It doesn’t look as though the person to whom it belongs would have survived the blast. I open the first unburned page. There is no name. Just the initials—RD. ‘You’re late’, Shrey looks at me and says.

I wonder he has his ass fucked or not. There were even a few diaries. I picked up one and hear I found something extremely useful. It had the details of all the murders he had done with the name and accomodation of the victim. Damon should have never stored it but here he did it and now I can torture him with this. I left the place taking the diary too running down the pipe and jumping off the boundary wall....

I'm in your room right now. - Nobody touches our things, Babi. They are on the dresser, where I left them, with the pages already marked, where I folded the ones necessary for Heitor's reading. - Ben, they're not. - Did you look right? Didn't put it somewhere else and don't remember anymore? Barbara, how many nights have you not slept? - Closing two. And I'm still lucid... Too much. I need the fucking diaries. - Search better. They didn't leave the house walking alone.