Bad Thinking Diary Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“We went to the same school?” “Which rich kid didn’t go to Whitmore High at this point?” Calliope chuckled, then leaned back against her seat to relax as the driver wheeled us around smoothly on the long road leading back into the city. “Bianca knew about you three, and the moment she did, our problems began.” I chewed on my lower lip, my heart slamming against my rib cage as I stared back at the diary. Every page I flipped was another chapter that pulled me in deeper. The first few pages were innocent. School complaints, scholarship stress, exams, books, teachers, and my sister.

To stop thinking about what’s right or wrong… and just take what’s in front of you? She exhaled again, slower this time. “Dangerous,” she muttered. But she didn’t sound convinced she meant it as a warning. Her fingers tapped lightly against the diary cover before she finally straightened up, pulling herself back from wherever her thoughts had wandered. “Yeah… that one’s going to stay in my head for a while,” she admitted softly. Then, after a brief pause— Chloe opened the diary again, turning the page carefully, ready for the next confession.

Sia had no idea of how much she slept or how many hours of school time had passed by when someone roughly pushed her desk. Aroused from sleep; irritation seeped into her bones as her eyelids fluttered open glaring at the person who had shaken her table. The boy who was seated in front of her withdrew his hand immediately terrified of Sia’s glare. She sat up and realized that half of the class was boring holes into her head and another much older man with glasses managed to bore a hole through his glasses.

I held them and struggled to get back into the room then I did the worst thing ever. I looked down. I screamed when I realized I was hanging on the blinds to keep myself from falling to my death. The wolf lunged for me and I instantly left the only support I had like an idiot. I fell down effectively breaking my neck with a loud crack. ♾ You've come to the end of this chapter. Thank you for reading Chapter Thirteen| Dumb Death. So, what did you think!? Love, Coco

I feel like I am in an alternate universe where nothing makes sense. Hazel My mouth is hanging open by the time I finish with this page. Hazel is right. He is insane! I come from a line of insane people. December 20th, 1972 Dear diary, I am going crazy. My mate is a nutcase. He won't even let me open a window to get fresh air. The same guy from before brings me all my meals because Graham doesn't want anyone else seeing me. He says he is lucky he convinced his father to spare me.

This was the reason I never liked to trust anyone. Why did I feel this bad? Seriously? ---- (What do you think of this chapter? 🤔 Don't forget to drop a review/comment! 😉)

It was the beginning of my anxiety, later in life I found out that I could not get myself to trust people, because in this life of crime, the worst mistake you could do was trusting the wrong person. After meeting with Basheeru, I went to see Mr. A. He must have been shocked when I walked into his restaurant and sat in the chair right in front of him, but he maintained the same look, the same indifferent stare he had when we first met, and he was holding a newspaper. "Oh, Mr. Badur. I am glad that you're still breathing," he spoke without raising his head from the paper. "I do not care about your gladness, Mr. A. I need to find dirt on the judge in charge of my brother's case," I replied ang

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

BOOK3: Chapter 16: Ravaged by Obsession On one particular night, she finds herself lying alone on her empty bed, staring up at the ceiling, her mind a whirlwind of restless, relentless thoughts. What is she thinking about? She’s thinking about her stupidity. About her reckless, pathetic behavior. About how hopelessly dense she’s been. She can’t even begin to understand what the hell has gotten into her to make her this stupid, this desperately unhinged. Just what the fuck is she doing?

“You. Not me, not a rumor. You.” The memory hit her like a punch. Cold skin, still lips, lifeless weight. “Yes,” she whispered. “Then she’s gone.” His grip softened, thumb brushing against her jaw. “And whoever sent this wants your head twisted up. Wants you second-guessing what you know.” His logic was iron, immovable. But the ache in Sienna’s chest refused to die. Because deep down, a single, reckless ember of hope flickered: what if he’s wrong?