Bad Thinking Diary Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

So she tried to ignore him by reading her first client brief of the day. But Diana's instincts suddenly kicked in. She felt that something was wrong because the man had not pressed the floor of his destination. Diana became paranoid that the man had malicious intentions towards her. “Excuse me-” Diana reflexively retreated and took cover behind her bag, thinking he was going to hurt her. However, it was just Diana's hallucination. The man who entered with Diana was not a bad person. He was just a courier who hadn't gotten lost. “Sorry, did I scare you?” the man asked. He looked guilty because Diana's response was very excessive like a frightened person.

After inhaling and exhaling for a couple of times, I finally summoned the courage to open the text, and it read. KYE: You've Been A Bad Girl, And You'll Pay for that. I didn't even have so much as a second to stomach that, before a link followed after. I wasn't the curious type, but I found myself clicking it, and the moment I did, I regretted it immediately.

Hey, I see an opportunity. — I'm sorry to say that at this point you are the wrong one. I have no idea what this story is about, so I can't know why. But your curiosity is a bottomless pit. Have you never thought of treating this before it gets worse? — I'm being the bad guy, I know, but dumb as that child is they will not even notice. Do you still doubt?

Chapter 18 {7°Celsius} Diary part 2 I never thought I would meet him again but our destiny had different plans. I was again placed in front of him with head hung down Not daring to look into his eyes and focussing on his perfectly shining shoes instead. I was ashamed of myself. Ashamed of being so damn ignorant and lost while crossing the road. Ashamed of my own situation that made me stand here lost at the centre of the road waiting for death without even knowing it.

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.

However, I shot out of bed and stumbled from the crumpled bedsheet. My chest collided with the marble floor, and I whined in pain, my eyes welling up. Shit! I slurred, my words tumbling out in a drunken haze, my voice echoing off the walls. My world is falling apart! Why did he see that diary? That ruined everything! Now he probably detests me! Stupid! Stupid! I berated myself inwardly, moaning with a heavy heart. I sprang up from the floor, almost tripping over again, but I successfully caught myself before I fell.

Males who hit females are cruel, sadistic and barbaric. - from the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones - VER DROPS HER TRAY of food on our table with a loud thud as she sits on the chair. "Guess what, I've got good news and the bad news for you. And you of all people prefer hearing good news first, before the bad." I put the slice of pizza on my plate, and arche an eye brow at Ver who carries on smiling like a dummy. "What?"

my head is still filled with this insane images and I didn't need some boy problems now the locker room was empty when I got there, perfect just what I needed , silence. I sat down slowly, my hands trembling slightly as I opened my bag. the diary was still there, staring at the cover, the bright colors, the stickers filled it front and back, the pink, purple, blue, white, red, all the fucking colors you can think of, it was her, literally and metaphorically her, it was supposed to be filled with adventures and names of friends but instead it corrupted with one persons name, it's so sickening how someone turned something so bright to something so dark, my hands tightens around the book , tear

Just space. She wrote at the top of a new page, pen moving slow: _Chapter 1_ _The day I almost broke_ She paused. The ink dried while she remembered. The night she’d cried in the office bathroom at 3 AM. The day her hands shook so bad she couldn’t hold coffee. The moment she realized she didn’t remember the last time she’d done “nothing” and felt okay about it. Under it she wrote: _Chapter 2_ _The day I decided not to_

Cheryl couldn't. Cheryl wiped her snot using a thick blanket with dinosaur motifs. The girl tilted her head on the mantle and kept shaking her head. Cheryl felt, as if her world had stopped, that talent was left. Write a diary. Talking to Meredith didn't help. And ended up wanting to make Cheryl tear up the diary even burn it. Tired of crying sleepily, Cheryl woke up, still crying. Is that how despicable she is? Is that so? She's an illegitimate child, so that made Delisha hate her until she was never recognized? Trivial things like this, which kept bothering her. She should never have been there so that she would continue to trouble the others. Cheryl is a bad girl. The girl's cry sounded s