Aphmau #diaries Novels & Stories

Dear Diary, “What a day. Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. First, I got kidnapped, i don’t even know what to say about that , i am still in shock . Then, Rue came for me like some movie hero. And now… he almost saw you. He almost saw EVERYTHING I’ve written about him. God, if he had, I’d be six feet under right now from embarrassment and it’s crazy how i am worried about that instead of my main secret , i am stupidly in love that i forget about it sometimes . .

In her left hand, she still held Liam’s last text open, the words etched into her vision. A man across the street shouted for a cab. A child laughed as her mother tugged her along. The world carried on, indifferent to the battle raging within Amara. She closed her eyes. And in that darkness, she saw flashes. Darren’s smooth smile at her parents’ table. Liam’s intense gaze under the streetlights. Her mother’s warning voice: 'Don’t forget who you are.' Liam’s broken whisper-You set my soul on fire. Tears pressed hot against her eyelids. What if I lose everything? What if I lose myself?

“Hold it… hold it… One… two… three!” The moment she pulled out, everything exploded out of me in a powerful, noisy rush. Loud, wet, messy sounds filled the room as huge chunks and liquid gushed from my ass. The intense relief mixed with deep humiliation made me cum again untouched. Freya rubbed my belly firmly, helping everything out, while Jess filmed every second with her phone, biting her lip in arousal. When it finally slowed, I was shaking and exhausted.

"I know you've taken great care of Alexis and love her, but no matter what, she's Maryanne's and my child." "Pick up the phone. Where are you?" "Why aren't you back yet? What are you two doing?" I let out a quiet laugh, stood up with Alexis in my arms, and walked toward the boarding gate with the crowd. I snapped a photo casually and sent it to Ambrose. "We're leaving. Goodbye forever." Then, I turned off my phone, removed the SIM card, and tossed it onto the floor. From now on, we would never cross paths again.

UNKNOWN POV DEAR DIARY, She grows beautiful each and every passing day. It was just yesterday she was a child, and now she has tits and curves in all the right places. I stare at her through this broken mirror, I see her every step, her every move… I feel pain when she’s happy, and I relish in the joy her sadness brings me. She is mine, Diary. Mineee! Oh, it won’t be long now…

______ From tomorrow it's a chapter daily with the exception of Sunday which no updates still appears. Please bear with me. This is a work in progress and I'm yet to complete it. I'm trying to balance writing and my daily life. Thanks for understanding

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

my head is still filled with this insane images and I didn't need some boy problems now the locker room was empty when I got there, perfect just what I needed , silence. I sat down slowly, my hands trembling slightly as I opened my bag. the diary was still there, staring at the cover, the bright colors, the stickers filled it front and back, the pink, purple, blue, white, red, all the fucking colors you can think of, it was her, literally and metaphorically her, it was supposed to be filled with adventures and names of friends but instead it corrupted with one persons name, it's so sickening how someone turned something so bright to something so dark, my hands tightens around the book , tear

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.