All Chapters of UNHOLY DIARY : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

His lips were impossibly soft, carrying the faint, intoxicating taste of alcohol.But I didn’t ask questions.His lips pressed gently on mine at first as though he wanted to savor every second before completely unravelling me. Heat rushed through my body, leaving me weak as my trembling hands slid up to his bare chest.He felt even better than I had imagined, firm, solid, every inch of him radiating warmth beneath my fingertips. His skin was smooth yet strong, and the way my hands moved over him sent a shiver racing down my spine.Then the kiss deepened.His lips moved with more hunger, more confidence, and when his tongue slipped between my lips to tease mine, a soft, helpless moan escaped me before I could stop it. My body betrayed me completely, instinctively pressing closer, craving more of his heat, more of his touch.My heart pounded wildly, while my thoughts dissolved into nothing but sensation.I had no idea what I was doing.But at that moment, I didn’t care.Savannah had alw

Wake up, Leah. Christ, what are you still doing in bed till this time?” I felt a hand tap my back.“Mhmmm,” I hummed, but I didn’t move. I thought it was part of my dream. The voice sounded distant, muffled.But the hand tapped me again, more urgently this time.“Leah, get the hell out of bed.”That was when I recognized my mother’s voice. And this certainly wasn’t a dream.Shit.My eyes flew open instantly. My mother stood over me, arms folded, staring down with an expression that told me I was already in trouble.My heart jumped into my throat.I looked around, but John was nowhere. Only my scattered clothes remained.Oh God, had she caught him? If she had, I was completely done for.“What the heck are you looking around for?” she snapped.“Nothing.” I swallowed, rubbing my eyes, bracing myself for what came next.But the yelling didn’t come.Instead, she rolled her eyes and walked over to pull open the curtains.“How could you leave the front doors open? What if someone noticed las

We waited in silence while whoever it was kept banging on the stall doors one after the other.“Hey, are you secretly having a baby in there or what?” Frustration dripped from her voice. “Open the damn door.”John moved fast. He shoved himself back into his trousers, zipped up, then climbed onto the toilet seat and crouched there, his shoulders tense as he tried to stay out of sight.My heart slammed hard against my ribs. The cramped stall suddenly felt too small, and too hot. John pressed a hand over my mouth to stop me from making a sound.“Use another one, this stall’s occupied,” I called out, forcing my voice to stay steady.My mind raced. What if we got caught? What was I even supposed to tell the principal? That I was in the girls’ bathroom sucking a guy’s dick?Detention would be the least of my problems.“But I want to use this one,” she whined.She banged harder on the stall door this time, the noise echoing through the bathroom, and panic curled tighter in my chest. Any seco

The ride from school to John's place was short.Throughout the journey, I wrapped my arms around his waist while the wind bit at my cheeks through the helmet. But the heat of his body seeped through his jacket, keeping me grounded.By the time he killed the engine in his driveway, my thighs were already trembling.He pulled off his helmet and ran a hand through his messy hair, like he was some sort of star in a biker movie. The dark strands fell back into place, and my chest did a stupid little flip at the sight.“You okay?” he asked, glancing at me over his shoulder.“Yeah.” I slipped the helmet off and handed it back to him. “Just... curious.”I climbed down from the bike.“About?” he asked, swinging one leg over and hopping off himself.“About what it is you want to show me,” I replied, turning toward the house.It towered in front of me, all clean lines, tall windows, and perfectly trimmed hedges. Huge. Beautiful. Then again, John's parents were wealthy, so I wasn't really surpris

“What are you doing, Alex?” she asked, but her voice betrayed her, low and shaky, revealing more than she meant to. I could already see how much she wanted it—just as much as I did. Her cheeks were flushed, thighs shifting under the desk like she was trying to ease an ache she didn’t want to admit to. “I was going somewhere very important,” I whispered as I reached under the table and slid my hand up the inside of her thigh. “And you stopped me. Now you’ll pay for it.” “You need to stop,” she said, but her legs parted wider instead of closing, an open invitation I couldn’t ignore. My fingers traced higher, making the fabric of her skirt bunch up around my wrist until the soft skin of her inner thigh was under my palm. “Tell me why. If you get it right, I’ll let you go.” “Because I’m older than…” she started, but the words faltered the second my fingertips brushed the lace edge of her panties. She was already warm there—hot, actually. My heart pounded hard. I hadn’t expected her to