Bad Thingking Diary Novels & Stories

Bad Marinah, I mentally chastise myself. I anxiously move my outstretched hand back to my side. His eyes follow the movement and now he's staring at my lower half. I have a decent ass but no hips to speak of and my long torso always makes me self-conscious. I turn my palm upward and notice a slight trail of blood caused from my uncoordinated fall from the stairs. King's massive hand reaches forward and without thought I place my bloody hand out. His grasp is tight, not a handshake at all. He lifts my arm and sniffs my hand before his thick, rough tongue slides out and licks the blood from my palm.

Meh, right? Then there was the diary. Meg’s diary. I’d found it by accident one day while cleaning. I didn’t read much, just a few lines, but they’ve stuck with me. She wrote about pain, about betrayal, about things that didn’t make sense at the time. She talked about how she wished she could just end her miserable omega existence and how she missed her best friend Jax and her world, Red was too weak.

I had to find a way out of this hellish place. The moments stretched into eternity as I listened to the distant echoes of my captors, their laughter and whispers seeping through the walls. I pictured Gavin and Jerry, locked away in their cell, and felt a pang of guilt. They were in danger because of me. I couldn’t let that happen. I had to be strong for them. I rose unsteadily to my feet, shaking off the fog of despair that threatened to swallow me whole. The sleek device on the nightstand glinted menacingly in the low light, a reminder of the Boss's cruel grip on my powers. If I could just figure out a way to disable it, I might stand a chance.

“ This could be her reason for rejecting me, “ Ricardo said as he flipped to the other page. FEBRUARY 15TH 2003 HELLO BEAUTIFUL DIARY. I AM AS SAD AS FUCK. CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT MY BEST FRIEND ALMOST LOST HER LIFE BECAUSE OF HER BOYFRIEND? I WISH I COULD GIVE HER ALL THE COMFORT SHE NEEDS, MARCUS IS A BASTARD FOR MAKING HER ABORT A BABY AGAINST HER WISH. MY HEART IS BROKEN. Ricardo doesn't need anyone to tell him, her best friend. “ Kathy “ He murmured as he kept on flipping it and something caught his attention. He sat down immediately. DIARY, PLEASE DON'T BE SHOCKED BY WHAT I AM ABOUT TO SAY. THIS SHOULD BE A TOP SECRET BETWEEN YOU AND ME.

He was still kneeling where I'd left him, staring blankly at the dry piece of bread in his hand. That was the last time we ever crossed paths. The next day, the news broke: Austin had jumped to his death. Many sighed with pity for the man who had once ruled over Bexley City. But I felt nothing. "What are you looking at?" Joel's arms slipped around me from behind, his lips brushing my cheek with familiar warmth. "Nothing," I murmured, switching off my phone. "Just someone who no longer matters." He reached for Amy's hand with a smile. "It's Amy's birthday today. Tonight, let's take her out for a proper celebration."

Today is 23/9/2024. I know it's been long since my diary has been updated. But I had to record this important landmark of my life, and I thought I couldn't tell anyone than to save it in my diary. So diary, this a brief story of how I became gay that I haven't recorded here. It happen only a few months ago so I’m still trying to get use to being attracted to dicks and balls. But one thing is for sure, that I guess I have talked about before which — I love cocks. Up until I moved to Springfield, I have always had women and never thought I would turn to the other side.

Before Khloe Lewis, my mother died; she clutched my hand and made me promise to give her diary to Foster Lewis, my father, without ever sneaking a peek at it. The moment he finished reading it, my father's expression changed. He slapped me hard across the face, and from then on, he beat me at the slightest provocation. A year later, my father remarried. Rachelle Lewis, my stepmother, was gentle and kind, always standing up for me and protecting me. Then my father let out a cold laugh and took her to read my mother's diary. When she finished, disgust twisted her face. She grabbed a cane and beat me until I suffered broken bones. After I came of age, I met Princess Coraline while hunting.

“Me either.” I closed the fridge and stayed where I was, close enough that if I shifted my weight my shoulder would brush his arm. He locked the phone and set it face down. “The shorts again.” “I sleep in them.” He turned his head. The kitchen was quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the sound of both of us breathing like we had forgotten how to do it normally. “This is a bad idea,” he said. “You keep saying that.” “Because it keeps being true.” “Then walk away.”

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

You are just unwanted human, An Ugly duckling I choose her over you and I gave her your diary so what, she split "What can you do about that, she stated I was shock by what she said she also thinks I am ugly she has being pretending to be my friend since all this year's my best friend and my childhood friend} before I could recover from the shock, I hear a familiar voice "what is going on, over here? Says kahr, I noticed him and josh walking up to us… ******************************** "Here comes the man of the topic, your crush", Kara Linda best friend says giving out a nasty evil laugh Linda step towards to met kahr "Thank goddess you are here, take and read this please and see what this na