Aphmau #diaries Novels & Stories

Because people created new ones every day. Ama continued walking. The river shimmered beside the path. Sunlight danced across the water. A cool breeze carried the scent of autumn leaves. And for the first time in a very long while, she felt completely present. Not divided between memory and mystery. Not caught between past and future. Simply here. Simply now. Her phone buzzed. A message from Gabriel. Arthur accidentally signed up for a marathon. Ama stopped walking. Then immediately replied. Accidentally? The response came seconds later.

Before the party at VIVA began, I pulled my best friend Cathy aside. "Cathy, I need a favor." She had been busily directing the waitstaff as they arranged a champagne tower. At my words, she leaned in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Say it, my queen. What does your loyal knight need to do for you?" I smiled and handed her my backup phone. "Use your number to register a new video account for me." Though puzzled, Cathy did it without hesitation.

The ultrasound photos spread out on the coffee table. "You're home." She stood up. "I made dinner. Your favorite—" "I'm not hungry." I went to my office. Locked the door. Sat in the dark. My phone buzzed. I'd turned it back on. A notification from I*******m. Amara had posted something. I opened the app. My hands shook. It was a photo. Amara in a red dress. Short. Tight. Her hair loose around her shoulders. Standing outside a club. The caption: "Finally living again."

he flipped again, multiple pages this time. “15/10/98 Dear Diary, I met this guy, I love… his name is Jade, Jade Ogr---” tears rolled down my eyes, he wasn’t letting me ready anything. “12/12/2000 Dear Diary, I’m blessed with a baby girl, a daughter, she’ll call me mom---” “Fuck you, let me see it…” it wasn’t forged at all, and even if it was, I didn’t want to believe otherwise. My eyes shedding tears, as many as possible, he closes it right in front of my eyes. “Do you… still not want it?”

**David’s POV** Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again. I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.

They helped her in the search of her maternal house and after that, Aashmaan shifted to her childhood house. Her Neighbours came to know about Aashmaan's arrival and they told her that it was difficult for her grandmother to live her last days without her. Aashmaan cried after hearing her grandmother's suffering. She wrote down every word of the neighbors in her diary. She mentioned Neil and every incident related to him. Aashmaan constantly wrote in a week just not to forget about everything. She attached the pictures of Dr. Maithili Sharma with her daughter Mitu but she didn't have any pictures of her Husband Neil she drew his eyes on a sheet but it didn't help her either.

I whispered. Meg nodded. The walls were empty. There wasn't a single picture in sight. Minutes turned into hours, and frustration threatened to consume us. Just as the doubt began to seep into the room, Meg's eyes landed on a small diary hidden beneath a stack of papers in a box. Her fingers, now trembling slightly, reached out and delicately retrieved it. "I think this is it," Meg whispered, her voice barely audible. "Come look at this." On the cover were the initials A.M. written in block letters. A.M. Alec McCain.

“My, My, relax smart pants. Why not come in so we can talk like grown adults?” I stared at him for a second longer, and he just motioned for me to come in. I walked in because I was stupid and because the way he looked at me made my pussy clench so hard I almost moaned. Plus, I didn't think it was a good idea to discuss such a topic out in the open. He shut the door. Locked it. The click echoed. Then he held up his phone. The video was already playing: me in my shower, back arched, fingers buried in my pussy, moaning Alex's name like a curse while I came.

I have to get closer to his body, maybe used his hand to block the wind. I cried as I did, especially since Ryan's eyes were still open, staring right into my soul. "Don't give me that look." I pushed at his head, causing it to make a cracking sound. And again I throw up. I looked at him; I don't know what I was feeling then. ‘Do spirits really haunt people?’ ‘Daddy won't like this if anyone ever found out I killed someone.’ The smell of burning flesh almost killed me. I lost everything from my stomach at that, and even when it was empty, I was still throwing up.

--------------------- Dear Diary… Listening to their plans just makes me realise how deep we are in the shit! I am not sure even with all the best planning that they can sort this. But I sit and smile and act like I have all the faith in them, not wanting to show any doubt in them. Wanting to look like I trust them, when in truth I am fucking terrified. It is me they want, me they will do anything to get a hold of. And I don’t doubt for one second they will get hold of me, one way or another. So I just hope these plans and ideas that my pack are coming up with are enough to keep us safe, keep me safe… ---------------