Bad Thinking Diary Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"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 contemplated whether to check out the book, but I saw another person just leaving without even glazing at the librarian who was busy doing his own work. ~~~~~ Back in my room, I sat down on the settee and opened the book. The pages had taken a brownish hue, conveying its age. Surprisingly it was more like a diary. I frowned. Whose diary was it? The name had become smudged. Even then I carefully flipped the page. My eyes halted on the first line of the first entry. ‘Mother is scary. She doesn’t love me. She doesn’t love father. She wants to kill us….’

“Well then, this celebrity likes you.” The fun atmosphere subsided again. Mea’s greatly confused at the situation developing too fast. She has to revisit all the facts logically or she’ll end up overthinking. One thing you can’t do to a Mea Cristy del Bien is lead her mind to overthink. That might be a lie, but she likes convincing herself that way.

The first part was written in English and then everything is written is some language I don't even know. " OH my...All my efforts are utter waste," I complained and ran my hand over the page to clear all the dust from it. That's when something weird happened. The diary started to glow so brightly that made my eyelids close. But then I opened it Iam not in my room anymore. Iam in a boat.

Hello everyone, my name is Chimdi Jane Samuel and I'm the writer of this book and also The Bad Boy Has A Daughter. I'm deeply sorry for the late update of chapter Forty-Five and it's due to the accident I had few weeks ago. My knee as well as my body suffered some injuries and movement was difficult for some time. I decided to take some rest and heal. But I'm better now if anyone is worried😅 And I'm going to continue posting the book. It's not ended yet, we aren't even half away through the book.

-------------------------------------- Are you curious how Ed would out whose diary it was and how they first met? How do you feel about this chapter?

I went over to pick the book up before going to sit on my reading chair turning on the lamp. I opened the book and the first thing that I saw was " Yo! diary, whats up, things didn't go as planned today, turns out Martin wasn't actually crushing on me, I felt so sad when he told everyone openly that he actually had crush on Vivian, all thanks to the stupid truth or dare game played. Why must it happen today, the day I planned to tell him about my feelings, everything sucks diary" " Geez, such a pathetic girl, why would you tell a guy you like him first?." I didn't even know when I said that aloud, flipping through the book. I kept on wondering, if this was what people do, talking to a book?

I looked outside through his window and realize he was still outside, i quickly pick his DIARY and open it, i ignore so many chapters and then i glanced through the date we both met "Diary, i know it has been long since i have written to you but i met this crazy girl and believe me i have never come across a girl more crazier than her " Gosh!!! this guy is really annoying How dare he call me a crazy girl?? I skipped some part but then i stopped I shouldn't be reading his diary, it is quite bad Author's POV CJ was feeling uncomfortable with Kayla following him, he wish it was Anna who was actually following him

He sounds far away now too. I tried to look across to where I had last seen him. Was he still there? But my vision does not seem to be doing what I want it to. It is distorted. Blurred. Then it suddenly goes black as I feel myself falling… ---------- Dear Diary… Finally, I got away and back to the Beta suite to prepare for our move tomorrow, but my body does not seem to be doing what I want it to. I have so much to do, yet I don’t feel right and I don’t understand why. I feel unwell. Too warm. Dizzy. My brain is unfocused. Like it isn't connected right. This can’t be right. What is happening to me? Has someone done something to me? Am I dying?

This is dangerously tempting. Shaking my head, I discard on the bedside table, crawling back onto the bed. Staring down at the green and white quilt, I attempt to distract myself with a loose thread, until suddenly I can't take it anymore. Silently cursing myself, I grab the diary, flipping it open at the middle. Pages upon pages are filled with sloped, uneven wiring, clearly done while rushed. Squinting, I attempt to read a few paragraphs, knowing I'm doing something so terrible wrong.