Romans & histoires Kieran Valentine Diary

“Imagine having that kind of confidence. Just walking into a room and owning it. No hesitation. No fear.” A small shiver ran through her, excitement and curiosity twisting together in her chest. “I wonder what kind of woman comes next,” she said quietly, opening the diary again. “Because after Cecilia, this diary better keep up.” The page turned with a soft flutter. Another name appeared at the top. And Chloe leaned closer, ready to read the next confession. …. Episode 8: The Photographer’s Muse Emma had lived with her boyfriend, Ryan, for almost two years, and somewhere along the way, love had turned into quiet humiliation.

I took it, my eyes locked on him, watching his every move as I opened it with trembling fingers. The first thing I saw was a picture of Diella on a hot afternoon, wearing a jumpsuit and answering a call. The timestamp read May 11th, about a month ago. When I turned to the next page, my eyes widened in shock. There was a photo of Diella and Spencer seated in a small café. Diella wore a bright smile while Spencer looked weary. She was sliding something across the table toward him, clearly a check. I thumbed through more photos and records, my breath catching. Some showed messages about Diella hiring someone to spy on me.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!"

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

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!

I needed to see Mikey, so I told Chuks to drive over to my school at Taiwo Avenue. The cabin was starting to kill me, it was empty and Kaz and his guys did not return. I kept thinking about how to do what I had to do throughout the night, rolling in my not-so-comfortable bed. The man was a corrupt politician, he was responsible for the misery of a lot of people. I said all these things in my mind to justify what I was about to do, it never really got old, trying to rationalize taking a person's life, no matter how much they deserved it. For someone who committed a lot of murders in his life, I really could not get past the guilt, it's a sort of punishment I placed upon myself. After a while,

I looked at Keane, who was leaning up against the railing, his eyes still pinned on where she last stood. “Feel better?” I asked. “You wanted to catch her, and we did.” Keane said nothing for a long moment, but Teague spoke up. “I see your obsession with her, man.” He whistled between his teeth. “Those fucking legs go on for days.” “She’s a beauty,” I agreed, imagining running my hands through that dark, color-streaked brown hair. “A fighter, too. Why is she here?” “Dunno,” Keane said finally. “Since that last nurse bitch Malorie got fired, I haven’t been able to get into student files.”

He had taken juicy photos of me while I was unconscious. I avoided the camera and carefully took out my phone to text Nathan. [Nathan, I’m at the Glowing Night Market. Can you come get me? I’ve been kidnapped.] After I waited for a long time, Nathan finally replied. [Moon, I can’t believe you’d lie about something like this. If you’re brave enough to wander around, you shouldn’t worry about getting home! You know it’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m at home with Erika, so you must be trying to annoy me, right?]

“Only unexpectedly, the Slayer came back and chased her.” “And Valerie could have been killed by him!” George groaned hoarsely. How could his boss tell him not to get his feelings involved in this? How could he do that? “I still hope she's alive and well. Remember those files I showed you? A diary from Valerie's late father that we've been keeping secret? If what is written on it is true, maybe the Slayer did not bring her to be killed.” George's heart ached even more when he remembered the file that his former boss had shown him. That file made him make an impulsive decision to stay away from Valerie and tell the girl to stay away harshly as well.

I looked up at Taylor, my nails digging so deep into my palms that they nearly broke the skin. Ethan let out an impatient sigh. “It’s late. Why aren’t you staying home where you belong? What are you doing here? “And now you’ve ruined the mood, stirring up trouble for no reason!” Tears slipped silently down my cheeks. Not only had he forgotten about our Valentine’s Day, but the promises he once made—to cherish me for a lifetime, to always treat me well—had also crumbled into nothing.