Diary Buku Novelas e Histórias

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.” Private. Yeah right. The word only made my curiosity burn hotter, mixing with the ache in my cock that hadn’t gone down one bit. While he stood up to grab another bottle of whiskey from the bar cart across the room, I leaned forward quickly and clicked on the locked file. A password prompt popped up. Fuck. I tried the obvious ones fast,his book title, his name, the date on the manuscript. Nothing. Then on a hunch I typed in a phrase from one of his filthiest scenes. The file opened.

I think I need to buy more because what is happening is so exciting for me. In just one day, I use two pages just to tell what happened in my day and how I narrate about what happened when I killed one of my classmates. My diary is literally my friend. He knows a lot about me rathe than a person who doesn’t know even a single fact about me. Even my family does not know the real me. Dear Diary,

My mom says with a raise of her brows. "That's for me and Kali to know mom." I say with a light smile tilting my head. "Right. Just make sure no one sees you two casting spells. Or you'll get burnt at the stake." She warns "Don't be paranoid mom. No one ever goes there anyways. We'll be the only souls in the premises. " I say to her. She nods and continues with her newspaper. I wonder what she always reads on that paper. I head back to my room and start preparing for my date. I take out my grimoire and shove it in my bag.

I slowly peeled the fabric and it showed off an old leather-covered book. The first page read "Diary of Roma". A smile slipped on his lips and tears flowed in his eyes. It's my mother's diary.

Kaya ngayong araw, isusulat ko sa notebook na 'to ang mga kwentong magbibigay ng ala-ala sa natitirang araw ko sa mundong. *** Sa pagpapatuloy kong pagbabasa ay mas lalo kong nakilala kung gaano kasaya, katibay at kalakas ang babaeng minahal ko sa loob ng dalawang linggo. Nagpatuloy lang akong magbasa ng Diary n'ya hanggang sa mapunta ako sa pinakagitna ng notebook. Ang kaniyang Dying List.

I'd rather write it down in a diary than share it with someone who can't even understand the words I tell. For seventeen years, I have kept this diary inside my old bag. Luckily, I didn't lose it. It's one of the things that I cherished the most. This diary make me feel like grandma was just beside me. As I opened it, I saw the letters I wrote since I was in elementary. Until I turn into a teenager, I still wrote in this diary.

"Wow, we really do have the same taste. All paranormal." "Great minds think alike," he grinned. As I scanned the titles, one book stood out - plain black, no title on the spine. "What's this one?" I asked, reaching for it. "That's..." Lucian hesitated. "That's my diary. From when I lived here." I quickly tried to put it back. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to pry." "No, wait." His hand caught mine, warm and steady. "You can read it."

I asked no one in particular but the dusty jewelleries stared back at me giving me my answer. I turned to move but my leg hit the vanity drawer and I heard a small plop, “Ouch!” I winced in pain as I rubbed my toes, bending down to pick what had fallen, it was a book and it was dusty. Dusting it off made me cough repeatedly and I stared at the book turning the page open but every page as well was covered in dust although preserved. I dusted a few pages off and the crisp but clean handwriting stared back at me. I read the first page and Immediately closed it. It was Jonathan’s mom’s diary.I flipped through the book and realized that she had written a lot and even almost used up the book. I wa

MY DIARY, MY INFERNO. That was the title of what he was holding. And it was clear to her that it was not the diary of Dark Coll or any other prominent writer of literature. That diary, the one in leopard print, the one that had the same description that his teacher had told them a few days before and that he himself had held in his hands, Melia's diary. He couldn't help but keep his feline gaze on that diary. He wanted it, he wanted to be able to read it.