Elena Gilbert Diary Novels & Stories

"If anything happens to Roseane, I will never forgive myself..." Gilbert, a big man of 6 feet, sounded like crying. Eliza pursed her lips and raised her hand to pat his shoulder. "Roseane will be fine." "It's all my fault." Gilbert cried and buried his head in his arms. "I shouldn't have let her go out today. I shouldn't have let her go find Matthew. I shouldn't..." He seemed to realize something as he spoke. He looked up at Matthew who was standing by the window in the distance and said nothing.

If not now, then someday her grandmother's heart would open to reality. Flavia slipped the paper into a large white envelope and tucked it into a diary with a faded pink leather cover. An old diary that had been with her for the past seven years. A diary she received as a birthday gift from Gladwin when she turned seventeen. A diary she had hidden from everyone all this time. And Flavia was certain it would return to its owner someday. Flavia was lost in thought after her mother-in-law's departure when Abigail arrived. "Did Grandma come here?" she asked without preamble. Flavia smiled and nodded. "With that woman?" Flavia nodded again. "What did they talk about?"

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, illuminating the study desk full of books and notes. Rebecca sat holding a light-blue diary with a small lock on the side. She had found it in the desk drawer two days ago, and since then she couldn’t stop reading it. The writing on its pages was filled with Ellya’s daily stories. About how much she loved her Mommy and Daddy, how spoiled she was, and how she always felt protected. Rebecca flipped through the pages, brushing her eyes that were starting to moisten. “Ellya, you were truly loved. Your Mommy, your Daddy, they loved you without limits. You’re lucky,” she whispered softly.

I was ready to fight for my love. The door to my room creaked open and I saw Viola standing by the post. Her eye widened with a smile with a smile which never got to her eyes. “Elena, sister,” she called with surprise and excitement. “We’ve all been searching for you. Are you alrifh?” She asked as she walked into my room. Her purple eyes flicked from me to the doctor, then back to me. I gave doctor Tancredi a sign to leave, then forced a smile, just like Viola did. “I am fine, Viola. Why’s everyone worried? Aren’t you the Luna now?” I responded, instinctively taking my hands off my stomach.

Then, under a loose floorboard near the vanity, she found it: A diary. She opened it gently. The first page was signed in Ellen’s familiar, flowing script. “They don’t know what he makes me feel. I ache when he’s away. And when he’s near—oh, I burn. We’ve been intimate again and again, and I love every second of it.” Eva’s heart stopped. Another page:

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

she spat, and her fist landed hard on the dressing table. “I have to think. I must destroy that woman.” She glared at her reflection. “Ma’am, may I come in?” Her thoughts were interrupted by a tentative knock. “What do you want?”Eliana snapped, and the maid flinched. “I’m sorry to disturb you, ma’am. We found this in Mr. Smith’s car.” The maid held out a slim book, a diary, by the look of it. Eliana snorted, opening the door brusquely. “Leave it.”

“This is Ella’s diary from her time with the Corleone family. I watched her chase you, suffer in silence, and dull her edges for you. I felt for her, but I respected her choices. “And you?” Leonardo’s tone darkened. “When she had a 39-degree fever, lying in bed too weak to drink water, you were in Paris buying Sophia an eighteenth-birthday ruby necklace. She chased your car in the Chicago rain, fell into mud, and you didn’t even glance back. She gave up her bad habits and put away all her red dresses, but you never once showed genuine care.” Vincenzo’s fingers trembled as he picked up the diary. The pages were filled with my old foolish words.

Elena simply replied lightly. Her voice was very cold. She was not intentionally directing her anger at her aunts, however, Elena was in a state of confusion right now. This was because Elena had been sitting with Gerald just now. Therefore, Elena had happened to see the contents of a text message that Gerald received on WeChat. It was a text message sent by a girl named Mila, and she was asking Gerald to accompany her to have dinner. After that, Gerald had lied to her and told her that he was actually at the university before he had left in a hurry.

I kept running. Afraid to turn around I just kept going. Once you start running there is no turning back. Not for me anyway. You may ask yourself what is so terrifying to be running from. Shut this book and run far away as I am if you aren't ready for this. My story is far from the "perfect life". My name is Elena Winters and this is my not so perfect story. "Elena get up! Elena! I want breakfast" I opened my eyes to see my 4 year old brother jumping on my bed.