Bad Thinking Diary Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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?

CHAPTER 16: Charlotte makes stupid mistakes Charlotte's POV If I ever write a book about my life, Chapter One will be titled: “Charlotte Makes Stupid Decisions After Breakfast.” Because wow yesterday?Yesterday was a masterclass in self sabotage. I woke up the next morning feeling like someone had dropped a brick of embarrassment on my chest. I lay there staring at the ceiling, replaying the cafeteria scene on loop. Asking a girl I’d never spoken to before,To be my prom date. In front of half the school while my boyfriend, well kind-of-not-really-boyfriend watched.

"It's as if hidden messages are waiting to be discovered." Sophia's curiosity reignited at Becky's observation. Hidden messages... Perhaps her grandfather had embedded secrets within the diary itself, waiting to be unveiled. With newfound determination, Sophia carefully examined the pages of the diary, holding them up to the light and gently rubbing the pages in search of any concealed clues. Her actions elicited puzzled looks from Benjamin and Becky, who watched her with a mixture of confusion and intrigue. Then, a revelation struck Sophia like a bolt of lightning. She noticed that each chapter in the diary began with an underlined capital letter. Excitement surged through her veins as she

Mia's POV I lock up the door of this old, abandoned house. Running for days because of the zombie outbreak. I find a room with bars on the windows. It looks safe, but then I hear a noise. Zeke stumbles in from the closet. He was bitten last week. His skin is gray and peeling; pus leaks from sores on his arms. He smells of rotten meat and shit. His eyes are milky white. He groans low. I retreat backward, holding my heart because it's pounding. I grab my knife but he's quick.

I knew that today's not my day but I didn't know that it would be this bad. Reaching my apartment, I opened the door, threw my bag lazily on the floor and literally plopped myself on the couch. Maybe a little me time can help me feel better, I say to myself, wrapping my whole body in my blanket. But little did I know, I would be having a company. _____ Are you liking the chapters? Let me know :) Until then....

Dear Diary, “What a day. Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. First, I got kidnapped, i don’t even know what to say about that , i am still in shock . Then, Rue came for me like some movie hero. And now… he almost saw you. He almost saw EVERYTHING I’ve written about him. God, if he had, I’d be six feet under right now from embarrassment and it’s crazy how i am worried about that instead of my main secret , i am stupidly in love that i forget about it sometimes . .

I added the photograph to the end of the file. Labeled it: Unconfirmed chapter. Possibly imagined. Possibly true. But worth writing either way.

I said while holding the book, I was really shocked at what was happening now, causing me to sit on the couch. My overthinking is really bad because I think it will come true oh maybe it won't. I don't know, I was holding my head while staring at the diary. I don't want to think what I'm thinking now because of my brain. Did Clark k*ll him? Did Clark kill Zak?! "N-no, t-this can't be happening." stammering as if to say, I was about to open the book when I heard a hug coming from above. Quickly put it in the bag and stand up again then close the bag.