Elena Gilbert Diary 소설 & 이야기

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

I shouldn't be here, but I stepped on. At the bar, with a drink in hand, is Mistress Elena, I got this because I had seen her photo on the website , and she had the highest ratings. She is tall, clad in a black corset which fitted her well and knee-high shiny boots; dark hair tied back and with sharp bossy eyes. She stared at me and looked straight at me, just like I belonged to her. I froze. There was that smirk and just a motion of her finger ordering me over. I was speechless as I moved toward her. “Is this your first time?” she asked in a voice so deep that it made the hairs on my arms stand up.

- 19 weeks - Discharged against medical advice (2020) “Elena's cousin” - “Wait, Elena has a cousin?” - Entire record redacted except one note: "Subject resistant to G-17 protocol" The printer whirs to life, spitting out security footage stills. I in each one, the same black van idles at clinic loading docks license plates intentionally obscured by... are those roses? Lillian's hands shake as she dials Damien. "We have a bigger problem than Sophie's paintings." Damien's study smells of single malt and gun oil when Elena delivers the envelope.

Inside, there were three items resting on a piece of faded blue velvet fabric. The first item was a small, leather-bound notebook with worn edges. Elena recognized the neat, small handwriting on the cover instantly. It belonged to her mother. "It's my mother's diary," Elena whispered, her voice choking with emotion. She picked up the book and opened the first page. A small, old photograph fell out. It was a picture of a young Clara, smiling brightly, standing next to a tall, handsome man with dark hair, Callum Carnegie. They looked genuinely happy, laughing into the camera, far away from the cameras of high society.

After breakfast, the three of them returned to the old patient ledger. The book was enormous. Its leather cover cracked as Ethan carefully opened it. Inside were handwritten names, dates, and patient numbers. Vanessa leaned closer. “These records go back twenty years.” Lila slowly turned the pages. Each line represented someone’s story. A birth. A family. A beginning. Then… She stopped. “There.” She pointed to an entry. Elena Rivers Admission Date. The same night Lila was born. Her heart raced. “It’s really her.” Vanessa quickly photographed the page.

“Where is Elena? And what have you done with the real Natasha?” Elara laughs, a low, cold sound that makes my skin crawl. “You got that little message on your beat-up old laptop, did you not? The one telling you not to trust even Dante? I wrote that. I overheard Elena mention that stupid tulip cipher once, three weeks ago, when you two were reminiscing about running away from Lorenzo in the kitchen. I changed a few words, encrypted it to match, and sent it to that secret network you thought no one knew about. I almost felt bad when I saw how much it got to you. Almost.”

“I’m not interested in anything about this man.” Natalie glanced at Gilbert. The man called Adrian, was he the one in Gilbert’s heart? “Are you sure? Are you sure you won’t regret it?” Yadon sneered. “I got this from Jasper.” He swore to Jasper that he really loved Natalie. And Jasper, that disloyal friend of Gilbert told him this. Gilbert took a deep breath before he reached out and took the diary from Yadon. ...... At the Miller family’s mansion. After taking Little Chestnut back to Melody’s place, Summer deliberately got into Jasper’s car because there were too many reporters waiting for them to make mistakes and write about their scandals.

Elena's POV I can certainly confirm that I don't know how to use the gift that Nuna left me. Sometimes I pass out and have dream like visions. Sometimes it even feel like I am there. Even still I am positive about the progress I am making and soon I will be able to tell people exactly what it is that we are facing. I can only hope that we can be able to find a way to get to the truth. Mason's diary was the first clue. It didn't speak much about a darkness but rather a man and a woman with a forbidden love. A young beautiful woman and a handsome young man with a pale skin.

I opened the diary to the year where I met Pietro. February 27, 2001. I closed my eyes and tried recalling his face. Whitney sat down while looking at me, she waits patiently. I closed the door and hugged the opened diary. I knelt down and started thinking of that year. Slowly, I started chanting To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my forlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction

Wyatt wasn't there so they weren't afraid to make noise now. Ate Celine messaged me that she can't come here to bring my renewed PSA because of her schedule and I understand. I opened the envelope and automatically smiled when I read what was written on it. OFFICE OF THE CIVIL REGISTRAR GENERAL CERTIFICATE OF LIVE BIRTH AZALEA BERNICE SEVILLA HERNANDEZ I close my eyes and don't know what to do with the excitement. I carefully returned the envelope and smilingly approached the living room.