Elena Gilbert Diary Novels & Stories

Elena paced about the room restlessly, her arms wrapped tightly around her middle as though she could hold herself together that way. The thin robe they’d left for her, slipped off one shoulder with every sharp turn she made, but she didn’t bother to fix it. His voice looped in her skull, calm and merciless. “I record everything. It’s how I remember who owes me.” What did that even mean? Was the recording insurance? Blackmail? Leverage for some long, calculated revenge she hadn’t yet understood?

I pondered aloud. Even her diary—where she was supposed to be open—was written like a formula for a time bomb, which no man should find. It was exhausting as it provided no relevant information. I had even tried reading between the lines, and the only thing I got was a series of headaches. Eliana, thinking I had asked her the question, responded, “I think the man was running for a political position then.” A little wave of relief flooded my heart, washing a burden away. Although that wasn’t much information but it might be useful to Mr. Andrew.

for my princess, she even tried to kill herself — Santiago was too surprised by what he heard — That destroyed me and she noticed it, from there she continued forward, she got so into work, it was like her escape from reality and it didn't bother me, because I saw my girl move forward. "I'm very sorry," said Santiago, while he thought about everything they had told him. At that moment the door opened, the secretary came in with two coffees and a large glass of ice cream. "I'm here, sorry I'm late," Emily said, making those present laugh. —Don't worry princess, it didn't last long. —Ronald lived in love with the little girl. Emily smiled when she heard her grandfather say. The man looked at S

Lucas froze, and so did Caleb and I. "Dad..." Her voice quivered, sending a pang straight to my heart. "Elena, calm down," Jake's voice reverberated, stirring within me a primal urge to tear him away from her for a moment. "They were just in my old room," she blurted out, her words rushed and frantic, "They must be in my old room. I-I have to...I have to get to them." I clenched my fists tightly to my sides, restraining myself from rushing into the room. I knew exactly who she meant, and so did Lucas and Caleb. She was referring to—Mom, Dad, and Oliver.

Gilbert's words hit the mark, making Ellis grit her teeth, her whole body trembling. That point had become a stain on her for life. What could she do? It wasn't supposed to be like this. How could there have been a camera there in the first place? She really hadn't expected there to be a camera. "Gilbert, we're family, why do you have to be so extreme?" Ellis started playing the emotional card, biting her lip hard. The pain made her much more sober. Gilbert felt that he had gained experience outside these years, but he had never seen such a shameless person.

She pulled the wardrobe open—it groaned—and her eyes immediately caught sight of a small wooden box on the corner shelf. She pulled it out gently. Dust swirled into the air. “What is that?” Selena now stood at the threshold, her expression beginning to tighten. Evelyn opened the box carefully. Inside were some old photographs, a hand-embroidered handkerchief with the initials “M.L.” — and a small leather-bound journal in dark brown. Her hands trembled as she touched it. Her mother’s diary. Her stepmother lunged forward, trying to snatch it. “Give that to me! That belonged to Maria—”

Because no language could capture the depth of what she felt in that moment. Letters in Reverse That night, after Lila was tucked in, Elena opened the notebook Adrian had left on the nightstand. It was filled with letters. To her. Some were written on sleepless nights. Some stained with coffee rings. One had a smear of peanut butter across the edge. They were messy, beautiful, real. One read: Day 12. Lila asked if the sky still knows you. I told her yes. Because I still do. Another simply said: Come home full. Not fixed. Just full.

Her thoughts twisted and turned, restless in their search for direction. The bench shifted. Someone had sat beside her. Elena opened her eyes. Gerald's easy smile greeted her, his hand holding out a bottle of milk. "You’ve been here all day without food. Drink this." She accepted it with a soft nod. "Thank you. Go on, I will join you later." Gerald’s laughter rumbled softly,his head shaking as if amused. "I am waiting. My cousin is coming here. I left my notebook in his car. He assured her it would be returned."