Bad Thinking Diary Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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?"

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

Wait for answers that seemed to be slipping further out of reach. And with each passing minute, the silence felt more suffocating. Chapter 160 I sat in the hospital waiting room, my legs bouncing anxiously as I kept glancing at the door, waiting for any sign of Jerry. The nurse had advised me to stay put and wait until they allowed us to see Gavin’s mother, but the waiting was unbearable. My mind was a tangled mess of worry—over her, over Gavin, over everything that seemed to be slipping out of my control. Finally, I saw Jerry walking through the door. His expression was serious, and his usual calm demeanor had a touch of urgency. The second he reached me, I stood up, feeling a strange sense

The most terrifying thing for a teenager was to have their parents read their diary. The most terrifying thing of all was to have your enemy be two steps ahead of you on your path, presenting themselves as an immovable object that knew your deepest thoughts. How could I have been so stupid? I should have known, I should have felt it's dark signature. Why didn't I felt it? Was I really that weak? I sighed it was impossible not to agree with every terrible thing that Xerxes had said about me. Most days I didn't even feel whole. I tried and I tried but something kept holding me back, refusing to let go.

Dear readers. I am so sorry for the inconvenience caused and I apologize deeply. I implore you to not open chapter 35-40. I’m truly sorry for the chapter mix-up, it was never my intention to confuse or disappoint you. I was reading through my own book for errors and found that I’ve been updating the wrong chapters. I apologize. I’ve been battling a lot in real life and I think it’s high time I go change my eyeglasses or get my eyes checked again. I’m deeply sorry.

David; ‘Dear Diary; I’m scared. I think Dimitri is going to hurt me. He’s… I thought I understood him, but I was wrong. He is messed up. The way his mind works is alarming. I thought it was just his way of showing love before, but I was wrong. I think I want to break up with him… But I don’t know how to tell him. Or even if to tell him. I’m scared. I’m… I’m really scared.’

Poured a glass of wine and gulped it down in one go, my alcohol tolerance is nothing to brag about, but I needed it to concentrate and put myself together, with so many things that is racing through my mind right now My gaze wandered to my study table, where I had dropped the pink-coated diary Ava handed over to me. I walked over to my study table and picked it up. I sat down and poured myself another glass of wine and gulped it down without bothering to check the alcohol content. I gritted my teeth, my hand clutching the diary tightly. I took a deep breath and unzipped the book, I slowly opened the first chapter, relaxing in my chair. I read the first pages which she just wrote about hersel

The thought made her physically sick. She stared at the diary. Then at the wall. Then back at the diary. And for the first time, a dangerous thought entered her mind. What if Charlie knew? The idea arrived quietly. Yet once it appeared, it refused to leave. What if Charlie read these pages? What if he saw the truth? What if everyone saw? Her pulse quickened. They would hate her right. They mind think of a woman of lose character who was drooling over the man who belonged to someone else.