Bad Thinking Diary Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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

I said while we were walking back to madam Debua's office ******************* Awwwn 🥺🥺🥺 What will you do if you were in her shoes The chapter is teary 🤧 but the next will be exciting Please vote for the chapter if you find it worthy of your votes See you on Monday during my next update You can check out my new book "loving the schools bad boy" while you wait for the update. Bye 😘

He asked me when he noticed I was having a hard time finding where to start the story from. “Well, the first time was the day we both were looking at the books on Hottigan together in bed. I don’t remember much but I know I had a pressing headache behind my eyes that stopped me from reading the book. When I eventually struggled to look at the diagrams in the book, it felt like my brain matter had exploded and that was probably when I passed out. Once the pain cleared for me, it was like I was seeing the story of two girls called Nafira and Neha.

Was Keagan messing with my head? Fuck this, I thought and retrieved the book from the carpeted floor. Automatically, i dusted the covers and flipped it open. But as my eyes ran over the words on the page, my pulse quickened and bile rushed to my throat. –Dear diary… It felt like a stone had dropped into my belly and blindly i found myself walking backwards until I plopped onto the edge of the bed. My fingers shook and I began flipping through the pages, my eyes wet with tears, fingers shaking as I read through, trying and failing to make everything untrue.

“No one ever will. You are mine. From the beginning, you were always mine… and you always will be.” ************* AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey guys 💕 I know I’ve painted Damian as the bad guy here, but don’t forget from the very beginning I did say my male lead would be bad. Just enjoy the flow and trust the story as it unfolds. Thank you so much for reading this chapter! Don’t forget to hit like if you enjoyed it, and share your thoughts in the comments I really love seeing your reactions. Every comment keeps me motivated to write more for you. And if you haven’t already, make sure to follow/subscribe so you don’t miss the next chapter it only gets more intense from here! 🌹

He is cold, arrogant, and impossible to read. She paused, her mind drifting to the memory of "D." She traced the letters on the page. In her mind, the "Chairman" and her "D" were two different people. "D" was a hero, a boy who had stood in the dark with her. Damien Black was a cold, powerful man who lived in a skyscraper. To her, they were opposites. She flipped back to the very first pages of the diary. She touched the shaky handwriting of her ten-year-old self. She read about the red heels, the spider, and the boy who gave her the candy.

The hand wrote on the book with enthusiasm. The black pen against the book was something the writer had gotten accustomed to in a short period of time. He wrote down, Dear diary, For the first time, I'm convinced that I am doing the wrong thing but I can't seem to stop myself. Every passing day I have my patience deteriorating and.... He hesitated before sighing and tearing the page off. Closing the book, he threw it on the table and laid on the couch jadedly.

I'm going to murder the bitches who touched my family. I will murder those bitches. Murder those bitches. -------------------------------------------------- Hey people. Noe for those of you who don't get the title of the book, this chapter should explain it. Anyway, I'm not really happy with this chapter. Let's hope that the next one is better. Please read, vote, comment and share. Until the next chapter... -Daisy