Bad Thinking Diary Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I am not understanding a word. Why his life is a mess?? I want to know everything?? Happy family back?? Ohhh goodddd my head is spinning. I can't understand. I am gonna read this whole diary now. So I flipped the page. Dear diary. Miserable, traumatized and sad. That is what my life is. Today my dad did something that no one can even imagine. He told me bad omen and what not. He told me I should die. I should die he is right. Rather then living my life like this I should die. He is correct.

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?

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.

I nod, looking up at him. "Good girl." That makes shivers run down my spine. "Now, open it and read out the first line." I slowly open the book, my cheeks burning from embarrassment. How can he make me read this out to him? "Go on." He urges, his voice firm and his face rigid. I swallow before opening my mouth to speak. "Dear diary, I want professor Ivan to make me choke on his cock." The words leave my lips and my stomach churns, and then he chuckles, his hands moving to his belt.

Was this woman out of her mind? Yeah, yeah, Shawn had heard the rest of the talk. That her niece was an amnesiac and his niece's fiancée died. The problem was, this Shello only remembered Satya, and that way, only Satya could help recover Shello's memory. However, was that could make Jocelyn easily say, "And since none of this would have happened without your negligence, I think if anyone could be responsible for the mess in our family..., then you're the one."

I’m too stupid, too much in love, to realize how pathetic I’ve become. I close the diary, my lips curling in disdain. Stupid. That’s what this is. I guess at 23, it’s normal for a naive and innocent girl like Scarlet to be stupid in love. But I can’t help but judge her. How could she have been so blind, so desperate for a man who clearly didn’t care? I flip the page to another entry, and Scarlet’s words jump out at me, pulling me into her world of pain. **Diary Entry:**

She considered taking the stairs, just to delay the inevitable but she didn’t think she’d be able to breathe by the time she hit the twenty-fifth floor. At least it was Friday. She could make it through one more day. The last couple had been filled with unbelievable sexual tension, for her at least. She didn’t think Finn had thought about their time on his table since he’d pulled up his pants. He barely even looked at her. She was trying to convince herself that was a good thing. She lectured herself all the way to the top of the building. She could get through one more day. They were down to their last few files and then he’d most likely return to the head office and she could relax.

I was really doing this! Nervous, my hands stilled, unwilling to move while he just stared at me, blankly. “If you don’t want to do this, this is your chance, and I will call off the contract.” He paused, and after a while leaned closer to me, breathing me in before tempting me once more with his words. “But you wanted to be bad, didn’t you? If I remember correctly, that was what you wrote in your diary? Show me how bad you can be...”

Ate better and had more positive thoughts. But that diary seemed to have triggered something in me tonight. I opened the small pill box. Only to find it empty. The last of the pills were gone. I can’t even remember the last time I took them. I suddenly felt cranky and very, very angry. I went through every corner of the car. But still no luck. My head hurt like it was about to explode. My whole mood was getting irritated. My eyes fell on the diary. The things that Carla had done were drilled back into my brain.

At last, memory broke through his denial. Back then, after his first venture collapsed, he had been drowning in debt. Cornered, desperate, he had met the first benefactor of his life—someone who offered to invest in his failing company with terms so generous they bordered on absurd. At first, he hadn't believed it. No major firm would waste money on him. He had refused, unwilling to risk the humiliation. But I had persuaded him, urged him to try once more. Hesitant, he finally took the leap.