Bad Thinking Diary Author Novels & Stories

it made me remember I was also in my own crisis "Fuck, how could I forget about this dumbass and my diary" I touched my forehead, and widened my eyes when I saw that good for nothing two face Charlie, he was literally sitting down on the first roll, and God, I felt like someone should just murder me, cause...what...what if he sees me, becomes a psychopath, and yells out secrets in my diary he might have probably read, or worst....what if he threatens me to pay him some huge dollar bills, until I become broke, and still owe him for the rest of my pathetic miserable life

Ryan’s POV I didn’t wake up this morning planning to ruin anyone’s life. That’s the funny part people always think there’s some big dramatic moment where someone decides to become the bad guy, like they wake up and stretch and say, yeah, today I’m going to burn everything down. It’s never like that. It starts with something stupid, like checking your phone too early or seeing a name you didn’t expect, and suddenly your head is in a place it shouldn’t be.

Madison shot me and Vincent a sharp look, then gave a sarcastic little smirk. "Out of all the men in the world, you had to pick someone from Clement's circle? That's a bit low." She gave Vincent a once-over and added, "He's not even that impressive, honestly." I had to hand it to Madison; she really was cut from the same cloth as Clement. They loved to judge people using their twisted minds. I rolled my eyes. "Sure. He's just five years younger than your precious Clement. He's also stronger than him, taller than him, has better abs than him, and—oh, right, he's also way better at throwing a punch."

There's too much secrets in her life and right now she felt like she's been living in a lie. When she didn't say anything - as she doesn’t know what the right words to say - Maria continued. "He always talk to me about random truths about the world. Sometimes his head ached of all the knowledge whirled on his mind." she said and her eyes glimmer as she remembers the memories of her husband. "The villagers didn't know he's a Badblood as his gift wasn't dangerous. The people only know him as the genius one" But truths are dangerous, Serra almost said but stopped herself. "He's the one who told me all of it"

Because of her mother’s wrath, she was sent to the Carter’s Group of Companies to be a secretary and instead of having fun on her summer vacation she was stuck being a secretary with the arrogant CEO. She planned everything on her mind. She can’t be called badass for nothing. But everything she planned out got destroyed when she met the CEO, who happens to be more badass than her! Everything she does is always flawed and she always being lost in the end! This is her first time being defeated by the arrogant CEO! If Millijay is the badass secretary, then Farris is the living devil CEO!

“Your favorite color is green. You write all your outlines of your stories with a pencil in a notebook, and you chew through those pencils until you reach the lead within. The more frustrated you are with your character development, the harder you chew. You like running best after rain because you like the fresh smell. Your favorite breakfast is the smoked salmon bagel from the little shop near your condo. When you go out with the girls, your guilty pleasure for drinks is a paloma but they hit you hard. When you’re drunk you giggle a lot. You cry at movies where kids or animals get hurt and the television commercials where old people hold hands. You love your best friends and your editor mor

Chapter Thirteen Zara’s POV This is bad , this is more than bad. This is terrible and I really fucked up big time. I try to think of a new plan but my head is completely numb and blank. I got so blinded with my need for revenge that I didn’t calm down and plan this assassin perfectly.

except it was the confirmation of a desperately drowning cognitive. "you won't mess yourself reading that dead boys scrap--alright I'm sorry,he just wasn't that great in my class I don't believe he could be that excellent in maths. although I haven't checked. Rylee,I'm concerned for you,you're the one who's still alive. I need you here with me." "I'm having that diary back. and now." he knew when she talked like that. he gave it back to her.he was silent this time."committing pseudocide maybe done for a variety of reasons, to collect insurance money for example but on Adulfs case, that doesn't match."

“I saw all the bad things you wrote about me—including that I am only having sex with different girls to fulfill my big ego and the fact that I can't get it to stand up. Do you hate me that much to write this lie about me?” “Well, it's hard to not dislike you. You are arrogant and rude.” I rolled my eyes. “Hmmm. Earned. I'll give you your diary, but on one condition.” Nope. I don't like where this is going. “What condition?” I forced myself to say. “You will write a new story about me. Tell how much of a good person I am, including that I can very much get it to stand.” He said, looking at his lower region.

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.