Elena Gilbert Diary Novels & Stories

A drawer Elena had never seen before. Inside were files. Hundreds of them. Photographs. Maps. Reports. Newspaper clippings. Research notes. The entire desk disappeared beneath them. Elena stared. Speechless. Then slowly— she picked up a photograph. Thomas. Another. Lily. Another. Ava. Another. Peanut. Her breath caught. Then another. Cookie. The puppies. Every single one. Thousands of records. Months of records. Then Elena looked at Adrian. Completely stunned.

She will never know what I've done. --- 1998. Elena is crying. She's always crying. I don't know how to comfort her. I don't know how to comfort anyone anymore. Mira came to visit today. She held my daughter. Smiled at her. Called her beautiful. Then she told me I had two weeks to find ten new girls or she'd take Elena away. I found twelve. --- I couldn't read anymore. The words blurred. The pages blurred. Everything blurred. Lucien took the diary from my hands. Set it on the nightstand. Pulled me against his chest.

Then a crazy thought slid into my mind, but I ignored it immediately. “There's no way Landon is a wolf too,” I mumbled to myself nodding my head slightly. A small table sat in the corner. And a diary rested on it, its leather cover looked creased and handled too often.A name was pressed into the front. LANDON CREE. My fingers shook as I reached for it. I had barely touched the diary when a voice came behind me— “So this is why you sent me out.” I froze, then turned slowly. Elena stood at the bottom of the stairs. Her smile was gone. Her posture, loose, wrong in a way I couldn’t name. She looked at me calmly. And for a brief moment, her eyes flashed gold.

Everything had been meticulously preserved. ​Vivian walked toward a locked cabinet, removed a small brass key from her necklace, and unlocked it. Inside, dozens of leather-bound journals rested neatly on the shelves. Vivian carefully lifted the oldest one and handed it to Dizer. "This belonged to Eleanor." ​Dizer's hands trembled. "My grandmother's diary?" ​Vivian nodded. "She wrote in it every night." ​Dizer slowly opened to the first page. The handwriting was elegant, neat, and confident. She smiled through her tears. "It looks just like mine."

The study fell silent. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the hidden compartment behind the grandfather clock. There, resting alone on a marble pedestal, was a weathered leather diary. Its dark blue cover had faded with age. Yet the name embossed in gold remained perfectly clear. Elizabeth Blackwell. No one moved. Elena was the first to step forward. She carefully lifted the diary into her hands. It felt surprisingly heavy. Not because of its weight. Because of everything it represented. Twenty-four years of silence.

Gina's POV My fingers trembled slightly as I opened another old journal. It felt almost sacred, like I was stepping into a part of him that no one had touched in decades. The first few entries were ordinary—accounts of weather, estate affairs, his travel notes—but soon, things took a mysterious turn. _"May 14th, 1892. Evelyn came to visit today. She looked tired… no, haunted. I offered her tea, but she refused. I asked about the child. She wouldn’t speak of it. Her silence is beginning to scare me."_

No hidden devices. Instead, the contents looked almost disappointingly simple. A worn leather journal. Several envelopes. A collection of photographs secured with a faded ribbon. And one larger sealed envelope resting beneath everything else. The handwriting across its front immediately drew attention. If Evelyn Never Returns. Nobody spoke. Not yet. Elena carefully set the envelope aside. Instinct told her to save it for last. Gabriel had clearly intended it that way. She reached for the journal. The leather was worn from years of handling.

it in her haste. In Ashton’s study, they watched. On one monitor was the live feed from the hidden camera in the library. On another, Ashton’s security expert was ready to trace and record any outgoing communication from Elena’s suite. They watched as Elena entered the library. She saw the open diary. She stopped, her head tilted. She looked around, ensuring no one was there. She hesitated for a moment, a brief, internal battle. Then, her professionalism gave way to her mission. She picked up the diary. She didn't read it there. She tucked it discreetly into the waistband of her uniform, under her apron, and walked calmly out of the room.

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

she moaned when his lips found its way to her neck. Elizabeth's eyes closed when Aleksander slowly stripped her gown, revealing the fairness of her femininity . She had never done this before but based on her mentors' stories about love and romance, she already had a few ideas on how to arouse a man. Brave as she could ever be, Elizabeth pushed Aleksander away from her. And let her gown slip on her legs, leaving her bare womanhood to the General's eyes.