Diary Buku の小説・ストーリー

Inside, a book indeed sat among pens and scraps of paper. Writing on the top of the book read, Diary.

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

A message window appeared when he touched it. [Name: Dell’s Diary] [Type: Book] [Rarity: Damaged] [Attributes: None] [Effect: None] [Able to bring outside of the dungeon: No] [Remark: It’s true, the guy just took random notes in a book! You can still try to read it though!] Mike flipped the old book open unconsciously. The handwriting was messy and rough, and a lot of the pages were covered in dirt, making it almost impossible to read. As a result, the contents of the diary as a whole were hard to read.

I myself find both women and men attractive, but the pastime of pleasuring a woman is a hard one to beat. We had finished discussing the book, but as always we took our chatter late on into the evening. The wine had clearly taken effect, as had the content of the book. Suddenly they all seemed to think it was funny to post their bums and bra clad boobs as their profile pictures, asking the rest of us what we thought the lead character would like to do to that.

I'm sure you'll know it's him when you cross parts with him* *If you find a girl or a boy(hopefully it's a girl hopefully she's lovable enough for you. You know what I mean) with the frequency, she will need the journal. Not this one. There's another journal. She probably won't be able to read it until she's ready, but when she is, the Harland collection has a companion text that describes the process. The companion text is called the Respondent. If the man has the collection, he may have the Respondent too.*

I picked it up and looked at it for some seconds before opening it The front was blank but when I opened it I read. "My personal book" was handwritten and it was Diego's handwriting. So Diego has a diary. I picked the diary up. I really wanted to take it with me but I'm sure he'll notice it's gone. How did hell am I going to read through the book and get to the bottom of this Taking my phone I quickly began snapping it. Yeah I know it's stupid but it's worth it

She was feeling amazing and excited because for the very first time, Thyago finally notices and known her existence. When she got home after class, she went straight through her bedroom. Feeling happy and inspired, she decided to make a diary of her own. Not necessarily a typical diary where she'll write about her daily living, it was more like a journal where she will write down all the kept emotions and feelings she has for Thyago. She planned to chronicle all her interactions and emotions she had for Thyago. Something inside her wanted to write and savor this feeling of happiness she has for him because if not, her heart will explode in too much excitement and joy. And there into her bedr

"Oh my God, you like her too. I have a book! I love her work." My mum has a book?! Wow! "Old school? It's not old school at all." "It is. In someway. She probably wrote that book when I was a toddler, or yet to be born. She's a reporter, you know her, right?" "I wouldn't have her name if I didn't. She's a reporter, yes, but I'm quite surprised. I didn't know she had a book." "She does. It's not fiction though. It's basically a collection of her reports from Africa. Their wars, economic crises and pandemics."

Unlike the others, it was… handwritten. Wait… is this a… journal? A diary… maybe? ‘A life with a Killer' My eye froze as soon as I read the title of the book. It was… indeed a Diary. But why does it looks so exactly like a format of a novel? My head frowns in confusion. Why is there a novel like this? It… sounds interesting but… should I read this? The fact that there are many books in this library, I can say that he just randomly asked books to fill this place…

Didn't she hide it properly? This diary was a mighty one, big and heavy. The cover was lilac, decorated with drawings of hearts and sparkles. The spine had been cracked over and over again, and the pages were unable to lay flat because of how many times they had been written inside. But it was mostly still intact. It was so big that I wondered when I would even complete the reading, it surely won't be today.