Elena Gilbert Diary Novels & Stories

The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began. "Don't get me wrong but I got curious so I check it. I remember I once saw him smiling while reading that same notebook way back in his college days if I was not mistaken. I wonder what's in that notebook because he kept that until now. He had been keeping that for a long time maybe because it was so important to him. I'm sorry child but I got curious and read it. That's the diary Elena has been talking about and that's yours right?" Stunned and a bit embarrassed, she just looked at her mother-in-law and don't know what to say.

Dear Diary, My first day at college did not go as expected to say the least. My roommate is a little odd, I mean she literally has barely said two words to me. Her name is Annabelle and I think she's like a pre-law major or some shit. Classes haven't even started and I haven't seen her take her eyes off the thick ass textbooks she already bought. I had tried multiple times to start a decent conversation but she seemed less than interested.

Isabella said. "Gilbert has nothing to say. He would not ask for an audience. He is not remorseful for what he did. He..." "You can't conclude without seeing him. I know Gilbert could be heartless and cold-hearted and I know he doesn't feel remorseful for anything but today I can tell you that I saw fear in his eyes for the first time. He must be sorry for what he did" He sighed. "I will wait and see" **

Ellen assured as she ended the call. The elevator doors opened, and Alex hurried to her table. He had a disturbed look on his face. Rising to her feet, Ellen asked, "What’s wrong, Mr. Gilbert? Did something happen downstairs?" "Nothing happened downstairs, Ms. Grater," Alex assured her, continuing to say, "Did you forget to give Mr. Warner any documents?" At the mention of Leo, Ellen’s heart began to beat frantically. "Documents? Not at all; I put together all the ones he asked for," she replied.

Elena smiled a bit as she heard that, remembering the first day she spent at her place. “She had this different energy, funny, vibrant, she was so full of energy.” “I know.” Elena replied as her mind went to the note Craig had dropped for her. “The other girl should be punished. She might have been bullied, too, but she could have spoken up. I’m just glad it was nothing more than that.” Clara said. Elena didn’t bother to reply, picking the note where she had seen him drop it and unfolding it. “Hi, it’s Gaby.” she read the first line.

Eleanor POV I kept searching for Diana till I saw her crying alone. I was disappointed in myself that there is no way I could help her out and the only thing I can offer is consolation. I dragged her into my chamber, and had a little talk with her, assuring her that everything will be okay though I didn't know when everything would end. We came out from my chamber to join others. Luckily the maid was sharing food with the pack members, looking at their faces I can tell they are scared to return to various homes.

Then I read it again. “Gia,” I said. She looked up. “This entry,” I said. “She’s not writing about the investigation here.” Gia leaned over and read it. Her expression changed. “No,” she said quietly. “She’s not.” I looked at Enzo. He had been reading a different page of the ledger and looked up at the quality of my voice. “Read this,” I said. He read it. The war room was very quiet when he finished. Elena’s Journal, Entry dated fourteen months before her death:

Her love for him was a life-risking endeavor, to the extent that, in the end, she indeed lost her life. He always thought that no matter what, Eulalia would never leave him. However, while Eulalia was physically present, he had lost the living, breathing Eulalia of the diary. The six-year-old notebook, its pages yellowing, bore the records of Eulalia’s pain, tear stains, and the traces of her illness. Percival gently stroked these words, attempting to touch Eulalia’s past. “If there is another life, let’s part ways and live happily apart,” the diary read.

Dust hung in the air like time. "Señor Fernandez does not come here often," Elena said, unlocking a small door. "Only when something troubles him." Lucy stepped inside. It was a private tasting room. Old photographs lined the wall black and white snapshots of Gabriel’s family. She recognized him as a young boy, standing beside a graceful woman with sad eyes. His mother. In the far corner, a journal rested on a pedestal. She opened it, fingertips brushing the delicate paper. Inside were notes written in Gabriel’s precise hand wine harvests, personal reflections, and one entry that stopped her breath:

Gerald was tucked under Eleanor's arm, Patterson was in Eli's hand, and the sticks clearly marked the spot where something important lay buried. "Now Eli has drawn us on a refrigerator and called it a family," she said. "Your mother is learning the history of a giraffe that used to be a whale. And I typed yes, actually yes at seven this morning and meant it instantly." She looked back at him. "The war isn't talking."