Through Her Diary

Through Her Diary

  • WpView
    LECTURES 679
  • WpVote
    Votes 79
  • WpPart
    Chapitres 11
WpMetadataReadEn cours d'écriture25m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., févr. 2, 2023
What would you do if you find a diary of one of your friend ? And realise it's not a friend but your ex girlfriend? Not just a girlfriend but the one you never expected to even think about you? Let's just say it gets worse when you find out that she is not what you think about her. ________ She tilted her head and her eyes widened acknowledging me. Those warm eyes were shining under the dim lights. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. She looked away which surprised me. "What's your name, sweetheart?" She looked to the other side as if searching for someone. I tried again, "How can a beautiful girl like you stay alone here? Dance with me?" I tried to reach for her hand but a guy slipped a hand on her waist. Oh-huh! ________ Join Naksh Malhotra and reveal all the secrets of the mysterious girl. A story written through her diary...
Tous Droits Réservés
#399
wattpad10
WpChevronRight
Rejoignez la plus grande communauté de conteursObtiens des recommandations personnalisées d'histoires, enregistre tes préférées dans ta bibliothèque, commente et vote pour développer ta communauté.
Illustration

Vous aimerez aussi

  • Love Misunderstood
  • Pain
  • Allow Me To Love U...🤍
  • HIS OBSESSION
  • Saved by My Forever | ✓
  • Bᴇ Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ ✓
  • To Love Somebody
  • Between Hate And Heartbeat

I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.

Plus d’Infos
WpActionLinkDirectives de Contenu