All Chapters of UNHOLY DIARY : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Wanting my father's best friend was somewhere forbidden. Stupid, even. But I couldn’t help it anymore. He was just too.. distracting and sexy to ignore.Andrew Lewis. But in my head, I secretly liked calling him Andy.He was older than me, more grounded, more… put together. He had been married once, though they divorced for reasons I never bothered to find out. It didn’t matter to me anyway. He didn’t even look his age. Sometimes I wondered if he’d lied about it. Even if he was in his early forties, he carried himself like someone in his early thirties.Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d just run his hand through it. A solid, muscular build that made my stomach tighten every time I saw him.There was one day I saw him without a shirt.Dad had taken me to the gym, and we ended up running into him there. He was on the treadmill, moving at a steady pace, sweat catching under the lights. No shirt—just sweatpants sitting low enough to show the sharp line of his waist.I remember the exact

Chapter twenty one: Daddy's little slut.He walked backward and dropped onto a couch in the corner, obviously waiting for me to obey his command.I hesitated.It wasn’t fear of getting caught. There was no one left around, just the quiet aftermath of the night settling in. What held me back was something worse. Doubt. A sharp, annoying question twisted in my chest: what if he didn’t find me attractive enough? This is your chance, Cherry. Take it.The thought cut through the noise in my head, small but insistent.I inhaled slowly and began to take off my clothes. First, I peeled off my blouse. I let the fabric slide up my body until my bra came into view. I reached behind me and unclasped it, then slid it off my shoulders, and my bare breasts spilled free.My nipples tightened instantly under his gaze. My cheeks burned as I reached for my skirt next.No need to be shy. You’ve always wanted this, I assured myself.I pushed the pencil skirt down my hips until it pooled at my feet. Th

Amelia's POV “Don’t you have lectures today?” I asked Cathy, my roommate who was stretched out on her bed, scrolling through her phone like she had all the time in the world.“Sadly not,” she replied softly, not even bothering to look up.I let out a quiet breath and turned back to the vanity table, continuing with my makeup. The room was still except for the faint tap of her fingers on her screen. Through the mirror, I kept stealing glances at her.Cathy was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. The way her long lashes rested against her cheeks whenever she blinked slowly or drifted off for a nap always caught me off guard. Even just the curve of her lips when she smiled lingered in my mind longer than it should have. And whenever she looked at me like that, like I was the only thing in her world, it did something strange to my chest, like a soft pull I couldn’t quite name.In short, I had a crush on her. She didn’t know. And I was afraid that if she ever found out, it would me

Cathy took my hand and led me out of the bathtub, water streaming down our bare skin.Then she pushed open the door, but I stopped her.“Aren't we going to dry off first?” I asked, my gaze drifting over her damp body. If anything, the water only made her look even more irresistible.She let out a soft laugh.“No.” She gave a careless shrug. “We'll deal with the consequences later.”I found myself nodding, though my curiosity only deepened. I still had no idea what she was so eager to show me.We stepped into the bedroom, and she led me toward the bed. Being back in our room somehow made everything feel more intimate. More real. It was just the two of us now, wrapped up in our own little world.And if this was going to be more than a one-night thing, I had a feeling things were only going to get better from here.“Lie down for me,” Cathy said softly.My heart was still racing from the orgasm in the tub. I faced the bed and gently climbed into the mattress. Whatever she had for me that

Tattooed and fucked 1Emily's POV“I have a secret to tell you, Lily,” I whispered to my best friend.I wasn't supposed to tell her what I was about to say, but I couldn't help it. The words had been sitting on my tongue all morning, begging to come out. I needed to tell someone.“Okay,” she replied absentmindedly, eyes glued to the television as she munched on fries. Our favorite show played in the background, but I barely registered a single scene. My mind was somewhere else entirely.I turned to face her, took a slow breath, and blurted it out.“I'm getting a tattoo.”She froze so suddenly it was like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over her. A fry hung halfway to her mouth as she slowly turned her head and stared at me like I'd just grown two heads.“What the fuck, Emily?” she blurted, her eyes going wide. “You wanna get tats?”“Shhh.” I smacked her arm lightly, glancing toward the hallway. Her voice was still too loud. Mom hadn't gone for her usual morning shift and was