Anonymous Diary Books Novels & Stories

she curiously asked. “Uhm... That was a journal, baby. Your personal diary... I mean, if you grow old someday, you will realize things... Things that you couldn’t ask to another person because you will be afraid or scared to make them think that you are weird or something... So if ever that you have some questions about yourself and you don’t know whom to ask it, you can write it down in here...” “Really? Will I be able to find the answer then?” “Maybe... As time passes by, if you read the first pages of this diary, you will finally be able to answer that question all by yourself. It’s because you already experienced it... That’s when you realize that you finally grow a lot over the long per

And that was what I was searching for, that moment. I needed to make a record of what might possibly happen that night. "Tonight, I'll stab Cameron. Mom has had enough of his games. I'll stab him anywhere the knife touches. I don't care that he has to go through pain, it's just a dose of a well-deserved poison" I wanted to write . But where was my diary? "What?? Where has my diary gone to??" I was worried. That was where I kept the diary where I wrote everything that happened in this monster's house. It was dangerous to carry this diary with me everywhere. It was not safe because I didn't want anyone to see it.

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

I stand up and walk to my where my bag is, I open it and bring out my book from it. I take the book and walk back to bed. I had finished Haunting Adeline, and I started another book called Hating the Boss. Humans really knew how to write books and create stories that suck their reader in. I sometimes wished I could write like them. I had a secret that none of my family knew.

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I suppose that if it happens I would like… I think it is the best option to not forget anything —she whispered, and the melancholy that dragged in her voice reached my chest. —What things do you write? I inquired, partly curious, partly trying to divert her mind from melancholy thoughts. —At first banal things. I started in college, so the first few are just homework, mom's appointments, what she had forgotten, paying the bills. That kind of things. She—she She turned the pages until she reached the top of the diary. Then I started writing about my day. I still put in the routine, important meetings or calls, but I also added what I was feeling, the people I knew, the places I went to, my fa

Or, it may be something that I can work with him on, to get him to accept just like when it happened with Asher and Dan, and maybe even enjoy, but I chose my diary instead of confessing to my husband. It was locked down, the boys and I were on a little break and the only cock I had in my hot pussy was David, my husband. I wanted to explore, but I couldn’t since I'd vowed to the boys that I belonged to them alone. Without the boys, I turned to my diary to pen down how I met my husband.

Feeling every inch of it, my c00chie was already very wet, so it entered with ease. I felt it expand my pvssy hole, and as soon as it hit something hard, which I knew was my womb, I moaned loudly. But thanks to the rain and thunderstorms. I knew no one would hear my moans. I'm a shy person with lots of fantasies. When I was in college, I was always sitting in my corner. I had only one friend who was still the one I caught in the bush with my ex-boyfriend. Seeing her moan loudly with him on top of her just turned me on and sick at the same time. After I saw them that day, I still went home to m@sturbate, thinking of them fvvking .. and after that, I cried myself to sleep.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

she whispered, shoulders hunching up around her ears. Julius was rambling about something, but I wasn’t hearing him anymore. I was too focused on the bright pink blush spreading across Allie’s cheeks as she stared at whatever book had caused her reaction. She slowly turned it around so I could see the cover. Ah. Fuck. Milkmaid Diaries: A Dutch Pornstar’s Autobiography. The cover featured exactly what you’d expect from that title – graphic close-ups that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Nothing like accidentally discovering a chronicle of explicit selfies to drive home the point that this was definitely not the cozy library experience she’d been hoping for.