Bad Thinking Diary Author Novels & Stories

Malia's heart skipped a beat as she opened the book, revealing page after page of handwritten notes. It was Bianca's diary. Malia's eyes scanned the first page and her heart broke as she read the words. Bianca had started writing in this diary when she discovered she had a brain tumor, a condition that could potentially erase all her memories. The thought sent a shiver down Malia's spine. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like for her sister to live with that fear.

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

Why can't I remember anything? I put my index fingers on both sides of my head and slightly massage the corners of my head. What a horrible dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and grab my phone before heading downstairs. I start texting Kali. Me : I had a terrible dream last night. There was a girl who looked exactly like me except her eyes were completely black. Kali : You have an evil alter ego? Me : Very funny. Kali : I'll pick you up at 1p.m and you can tell me all about it.

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

HER RETURN Mission find Daddy Diana D. Chapter 38: Speculations. BIANCA. I guess the rumours about him and all that the media says about him weren't true. Could this be a hidden part he had kept in secret? Or is it some bipolar madness that comes every thirty minutes and then disappears back? I had my eyes fixed on him, trying to figure out which answer it was. Was it the first option or probably the latter. Whatever one it is, then it's a pity, why does bad things happen to good people?

Chapter 1 - The Red Dot The call came on a Tuesday afternoon, and I was already losing hope. I'd been sprawled across my bed for three hours, thumb aching from scrolling, eyes blurry from squinting at listing photos that all looked the same. Grainy kitchen shots. Bedrooms with weird stains on the carpet. Bathrooms that made me want to shower with my shoes on. Every affordable place was a disaster, and every nice place cost more than I made in a month.

I'm not the kind of person that will exchange my school time for unimportant things like going to any country side trips or parties. Last month, it was hard for me to survive because I was really feeling sleepy as always. We've been planning to go to the psychiatrist but it was always moved to another date or for some reasons it was always postponed. _________ After writing, I gently covered the ballpen I was using and kept the diary back to it's shelves … "What is really happening to me?" I said to myself as I stretched out on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “Is my brain too corrupted, so I'm being like this? I really should stop watching n*****x or BL Thai Movies this instance. It has n

Handsome I must say, handsome jerk. The man standing behind him rolled his eyes as the answer came out of my lip. He is shocked by my answer. "I have said I'm sorry. Rather than saying anything good you said I'm stupid.. should I know you then?" grumbling I walk away from him. There is no use talking to this man. He is a dumb ass and that is what I will call him, Mr Dumbass. After checking myself at the counter, I waited in the waiting hall. Slowly, I take out Brandon's diary. I still remember the day he gave me his diary. My family was against it, they said it's crazy.

its pages were filled with thoughts that seemed to be scribbled in a hurried hand. I looked through it as I tried to read it but it seemed as though it could only be read by the writer. I managed to look through the pages but then found a better-looking picture with a few words on it. The back of the diary was a window into Dada's psyche, a chilling glimpse of a man who walked the line between ambition and madness. He spoke of his plans, his manipulations, and his ambition to control the pack's fate, all in one sentence. His words were laced with no twisted sense of control, his vision a grand tapestry woven from greed and power.

I purposely asked him. "What else would I mean?" He queried. But I was pretty sure that if he paid attention to details, he should have been able to tell already that it was a flop. "Ah." I breathed out. "It was just a waste of time." "What?" "It was shitty. Stupid. Can't believe I took all that risk just to get a fucking diary!" Ryder brought his legs down from the table, his brows lifting up. "A diary?" "A fucking diary!"