Bad Thinking Diary Author Novels & Stories

Please as you read, be careful, the chapter contains, ràpe, sexual abuse, suicide, depression, strong languages, sexual content. Vicky's Diary Hi, it's Vicky, Victoria Stevens...... you may have heard my name. This is the story of my life at Halloway high, sit back and relax cause this may or may not hurt you a lot. It's tough to take in.

“I was starting to think the little slave girl had spit in your soup again and you’d decided to starve yourself to death.” Gary groaned. “Don’t start, Lucas.” Leaning forward on the worn table, Lucas pressed on with an expression of exaggerated sympathy. “We should begin keeping a journal for you, my dear friend. We could call it The Very Sad Diary of Alpha Alec. Chapter One: Day four of slowly losing my mind over the enemy girl with the pretty eyes.” I didn’t answer. Instead, I reached for the drink and swallowed half of it in a single drag. The burn of the brandy scorched its way down my throat—a sharp, welcome fire that silenced the noise in my head.

I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Stay sane and keep healthy 🌍 Let's cooperate with each other❤️ Happy reading 🤗 ***** I've never read a novel by E.L. James, because this novel seems to offend me. Let's see how much like me and you, Mr. Gray. "Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia." I found and read an interesting sentence, after an hour I focused on this erotic book. Yeah, you really fucked-up, Grey. Just like me.

“That’s bait. Clear as day. They’re dangling Harper’s name because they know you’ll bite.” Her throat tightened. “And what if it’s real? What if someone inside knows what he’s doing? What if this is my only chance to prove I’m not crazy?” Jax stopped in front of her, looking down with an intensity that stole her breath. “You’re not crazy, Doc. You’re cornered. And people who are cornered make desperate moves. That’s what they’re counting on.” Her fingers twisted the hem of her sweater. “So I just sit here while Harper paints me as unstable? While he destroys me in front of the entire hospital?”

When I scramble to my feet, my tear-stained cheeks cold from the wind, I feel incredibly stupid. Has this been his plan all along? Surely, someone could not fake those words, those feelings... He couldn't be that good of an actor. Something... Something has happened. That is the only thing I can believe. That thought is the very string keeping my sanity together. My fingers feel numb when I dial his number again. "Hello, you've reached the voice mail of ---" I let out a groan of anger as I am tempted to throw my phone at the ground.

Second page had another small nore ," Hey dear diary , you know what I am really lazy but i still wanted to wrie down some important things and moments i wanna remeber so i am not gonna talk to you daily . I will talk to you only when i have beans to spill . Otherwise my life is boring you won't be interested at all ,Don't mind . Cynthia smiled reading the note she suspected whoever this Natasha is she is really kinda funny . Cynthia then turned to page 3 , there was still no daily update it was another small note actually kinda big . "Okay I was just about to pack you up , but then I thought I should introduce you to myself . My name is Natasha warraich . I know you saw it on the first pag

“Dear Diary, I'm Cindy, I'm seventeen years old, and this marks my first day staying clean and sober. Finally kicked that addiction, and I'm over the moon. I have no friends to share this little triumph with, except for Bianca and Scott. Figured pouring it onto these pages might ease some of the excitement." Reading through the entries, the diary revealed a side of Claire I had never known. Cindy, a younger version of her, wrestling with the shadows of addiction, finding peace in the simple act of journaling. Each page showed her battles, triumphs, and the intimate details of a life she had kept hidden from me. Rolling my eyes, I couldn't help but notice her overly romanticized view of Scott

"Jackpot." I grinned. What better way to know a person's deep, dark secret than through their diary? And with how hidden this one was, there had to be some dirty little secrets. Some recent dirty secrets because the last date was just a few months ago. I sat down on the floor and began reading the first entry. Some minutes and some pages later, I was already getting bored out of my mind. It was just the usual stuff of how her day went and what somebody did to hurt her. Boring drama but no juicy story.

"It is Stacie's diary. Every evil thing that you ever did to her is written inside it. She always said you were a monster, and I never believed it until I saw this. You are horrible, April.” "Since you said you wanted to know what happened. That right there is exactly what happened, April." Confusion filled my mind as I picked up the black diary. Stacie, diary? Together with Paige, they had always acted like princesses, and I didn’t take her as someone who would keep a diary. I flipped through the pages and was even more confused. It was so vividly written. Did I actually do all these things to her? No, I couldn't have. I couldn't remember.

I secretly pray it's a poem because riddles are so not me “Okay book, judge me if you want, but I like girls, I think I'm not sure. Okay screw that I know I like girls like actually like them. Men are extremely so dumb and did I mention they all stink. But anyway, it’s not like anyone will ever know. Hahaha(evil laugh, smiling face, heart)” I froze. Completely froze. The diary dangled from my hand as the words repeated in my mind like an earthquake. Charlotte. Perfect, intimidating, hates-my-guts Charlotte likes girls.