Diary Stories

When Jane Madarang's neighbor Natalie kills herself and leaves behind cryptic instructions, it's up to Jane and her classmates to unearth deadly secrets. ***** Natalie Driscoll is dead. She threw herself out a window and left her neighbor Jane to unravel their town's darkest secrets. Following Natalie's instructions leads Jane to three other high school students who all have something to hide. The four of them must carry out Natalie's final errand while solving the mysteries written in her diary. But the secrets they unearth may be far more dangerous than what they ever imagined. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of suicide, violence and murder that may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

A hidden diary from the nineteenth century reveals a family secret buried in silence for generations.

It is the continuation of the first book Mohobbat ki Dastaan: his love healed her. After so many ups and downs they have finally come to walk in the path full of thorns and embers. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Let's dive into their story where love knows no boundaries. let's see how they will cross every boundary for there loved ones.

She was a police officer in independent India- brave, feminist, and living alone by choice. Her life was dedicated to justice... until a criminal killed her. Death should have been the end. But instead, she woke up. In a hospital. In a different country. In a body that was not hers. A man sat beside her bed, calling himself her husband. Doctors said memory loss. But she knew the truth- her soul had been reborn into another woman's life. Through a hidden diary, she discovers the truth about the body she now owns: A silent, innocent girl from Spain's biggest business family. Ignored by her father. Used to protect the family empire. Married off to the most feared man of the mafia world- a husband who treated marriage like a contract and silence like a rule. Lonely. Broken. Unseen. That girl chose death. Now her body lives again- with a soul that refuses to bow. She dresses up. She speaks back. She breaks rules written for silence. As her powerful mafia husband slowly falls for the woman she has become, she fights a storm inside her heart- because he doesn't belong to her past... yet she needs him to uncover the truth about her own murder. Add to that her sudden Hindi outbursts during arguments- leaving her Spanish mafia husband completely confused- and chaos, comedy, romance, and danger collide. 🖤 Reincarnation 🖤 Mafia Romance 🖤 Feminist Power 🖤 Thriller & Mystery This is not her life. But she will rule it anyway. ---

Hello! If you read my other books you probably know who I am. This is a diary and a blog on my progress and not just my mythical life, my human life too! This will cover some serious and uncomfertable topics like bullying, murder what not (don't worry, I'll put a a warning each time) I wont update everyday. ☆-Blog: School drama, vents, my dream job plannings, fandoms I'm in, maybe a few rants, normal human life ★-Diary: Magic, witchcraft, AWTOK sightings, destiny, love, my mythical life DISCLAIMER Do not harrass anyone and I mean ANYONE I mention in my story. (I will use fake names for them) The critisism starts and ends here

I'll just post it cause my life is a mess and full of drama these days. Storytimes, cause i know a lot of you is nosy out there. If you like hearing how peoples lives go to hell then this is for you <3 please dont look trough it if you know me in irl- And dont call the physicatrics on me plis cause its getting better.

She was never good at saying how she felt. Words got stuck in her throat, but her heart was always full. So she wrote in the quiet corners of her diary, where no one could interrupt her feelings. Every page held the things she couldn't say out loud, the tears she hid behind small smiles, and the thoughts that kept her awake at night. In a world where she felt invisible, her diary was the only place she truly existed. Between ink and paper, she found a voice she never had the courage to use. This is the story of a girl who stayed silent in the world... but spoke loudly on paper. And maybe, through ink and courage, she will slowly learn that her voice deserves to be heard too.

Dear Diary, Strawberry means happiness, Lemon means pain, And today... there was nothing. Since middle school, Aeri has been receiving lollipops from someone almost every day. Each flavor carries an emotion, becoming a gentle confession of feelings that were never spoken aloud. When the lollipops suddenly stop during her final year, Aeri is left with confusion-and the quiet ache of losing something she never realized had become important to her. Years later, in high school, the lollipops return. Same flavors. Same emotions. As if the feelings never disappeared. Now, Aeri wants to understand why it all began, why it stopped, and what these sweet, silent gestures have been trying to tell her all along. Will she follow the trail of flavors to uncover the truth, and the love hidden behind them?

DESC IN THE STORY JS BCOZ

I've never noticed how beautiful she was before; her laugh, her voice, her smile, her eyes- until last night. I fell asleep and fell for her, and I woke up torn; I love having her as a friend, but now I like the idea of being more, more. It's. Too. Much. I can't keep my thoughts in my head, I need an outlet- I need to write this down.

a collection of diary's entries, poems and texts

How far would you be willing to go to for the spotlight? In this devastating story, we follow Tracey, the rich girl of the mean girls clique and her fight to finally get the traction she deserves. The second edition of "The Worst People You Know" series.

කාලය කියන්නේ රවුමක් නම්, මම නැවතත් ඇවිත් ඉන්නේ මම නතර වුණු තැනටමයි. දූවිලි වැදුණු පරණ දිනපොතක තිබුණේ මගේම එයාගේ අත් අකුරු. ඒ දිනපොත ඇතුළේ ලියවුණු රහස මාව අරන් යන්නේ 'දෙව්න්' ළඟට. එදා අපිට අපේ කරගන්න බැරි වුණු ඒ ආදරය, අද දෛවය මට නැවතත් තෑගි කරලා. අහස්වර, කෙනුල්, දෙව්න්, අභිනව් අතරෙ ඔයත් අතරමන් වෙන්න එන්න දින පොත ඇතුලට එබෙන්න -----Arun d Law----- #BoyxBoy #Sinhala #Reincarnation #Ahaswara #GayRomance)

About My Daily Life and my inspiration to share my thoughts. I want to share my World to you. This where my memory will work. To remember what happens yesterday.

I am a sixteen year old girl and I am trying to become healthier by losing weight and becoming toned! Please stick around to follow along on my journey! Hopefully this motivates others with the same goals as me, and please leave positive motivation for me in the comments as well! I am open to finding accountability partners if anyone is interested. Please note that this page ONLY WELCOMES NON-TOXIC WEIGHT LOSS APPROACHES-anything deemed unhealthy will be removed and blocked. :) I am going to California in late June and plan to achieve my weight loss goals by then. Thank you for reading...you won't regret following allow and joining my in my journey!!! <3333333

Welcome to my messy, dramatic, and completely real diary 😭✨ I talk too much, drift off-topic, overshare, and sometimes get... weird 🙃📖 Join if you dare. Follow, comment, and let's survive uni together.

"The forest has ears, and it loves the sound of a beating heart." Momal Marry is looking for a fresh start as a librarian at the prestigious Greenwood Heritage University. But the woods surrounding the campus hide a dark secret a predator that cries like a lost child. When Momal loses her diary in those haunting woods, it falls into the hands of the one man she should avoid: Doctor Abraham, a cold and mysterious professor who knows more about the forest than he lets on. As Abraham begins to read her private thoughts, he realizes Momal isn't just a visitor. She is the key to a horror that has been sleeping for decades. Some secrets are written in ink; others are written in blood.

TW: Loneliness, pessimism, overthinking, anxiety ''The people who smile the most are the ones who are hurt the most'' ''The happiest person drowns quietly'' ''People who joke the most, hide tears'' ''The one who stays silent, always has the loudest thoughts'' ''The one who stays silent, has the deepest thoughts'' ''The one who laughs, cries silently'' ''The one who smiles hides the deepest pain'' ''The quiet one always has so much to say'' ''The one who spreads the most joy carries the most unseen sorrow'' ''The person who says they're fine often isn't '' ''The person who keeps walking forward walks on broken glass' ''The person who avoids the attention yearns to be seen'' ''The quiet wants someone to be there for them'' ''The person who forgives quickly often suffers in silence'' ''Forgive but never forget'' ''It's never the stab in the back that hurts, it's when you turn around and see who's holding the knife'' ''Why can't we all just be noticed just for once?'' ''The person who always listens wishes someone would listen to them'' ''The person who observes carries unseen pain'' ''The one who seems indifferent is the one who cares the most'' ''The quiet friends are the loyal ones'' ''The person who acts unbothered often feels deeply'' ''The one who acts like nothing matters often carries burdens'' ''The one who laughs often cries alone'' ''The one who pretends to be okay suffers the most''

I can't , I cannot, I just cannot finish any stories. Hopefully with a never-ending one I actually will