Burari Case Diary Notes Novels & Stories

she said. ​I glanced at her. “You figured that out quickly.” “You don’t react without thinking first,” she replied. “That’s not common.” ​We moved deeper into the hall, past rows of old scrolls, ward records, and archived reports. Tarek joined us a moment later, carrying a stack of thin, worn documents. ​“I found something,” he said quietly. ​We gathered around one of the long tables. “What is it?” I asked. “Records of ward fluctuations,” he replied, setting them down.

I kept documents that detailed our pack's business dealings, records of our hunting grounds, and, most importantly, evidence that hinted at the dangerous undercurrents in our community—the illegal substances flooding our territory and the shadowy organizations trafficking them. I locked the door and drew the curtains, plunging the room into a cocoon of dark secrecy. The faint glow from my desk lamp illuminated the strange, slightly burnt diary I had found among the debris of the previous owner's possessions in that secret chamber. Its leather cover was charred at the edges, and the pages were brittle and yellowed. I had never seen writing like it before; the characters twisted and curled in

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote

My chest is still damp. Streaks of piss and sweat marked her body. I slowly pull out, watching my cum drip from her used pussy. It is white and thick, mingling with her clear juices on the tiles. But we're not done. The ritual escalates. I help her up, both of us slippery. I sit on the edge of the tub. She straddles me, pulling. She is now turned away, with her ass toward my face. I spread her cheeks to see her tight hole and the cum-filled pussy below it.

The water aided my blood flow through its normal route relieving the throbbing pain between my legs. I repeated my question to her without breaking a sweat. Incredibly large breasts or not, I was going to focus on doing my job. "Well, she had this diary. It was a ghastly thing." "A diary." I scribbled down on my notepad. "Anything else?" I couldn't see how a stripper's diary was going to help me solve a murder investigation. "No. Just the diary. I can remember it now because it had her initials written on the front cover."

She gathered them all, placed them in a fire basin, and burned them. Bennett had a diary filled with notes about her preferences. The first page stated that she had a heart condition and needed special care, followed by a list of precautions. Things that had once felt like love now felt like a sharp blade, cutting her open and leaving her bleeding. The second page noted her alcohol allergy, warning that she must never drink. Yet, hadn't she downed those 88 glasses of alcohol under his watchful eyes? The fiery taste had burned straight into her heart.

“Emergency Motion for Bail Modification and Asset Access: On behalf of Ms. Cassie Vance.” I leaned back in my leather chair, my fingers wrapped under my chin, my lips curving into a cold,amused smile. I tapped the screen, scrolling through the attached medical exhibits. There it was, stamped by a private clinic: a certified laboratory report confirming a positive pregnancy test, dated exactly forty-eight hours after her initial arrest.

He breaths out. My body goes tense as repulsion gnaws at my exposed flesh. I concentrate on my breathing as he exits the auction arena and walks down a dark corridor. He passes three rooms until he comes to a door with a purple sign on it. Amar told me before he loaded me up in the white van with the other girls that he left a razor taped to the side of the bedside table and a gun taped under the table by the toilet. While I continue to act as though I have been drugged, I let my body go slack when he dumps me on the bed.

“Maybe later, dear. I still haven’t finished my tea.” The girl smiled at him and sat behind the desk. She pulled out a piece of form and a pen. “Can I get your name, address, and complaint?” Barun pulled the paper he put away earlier and unfolded it. He showed it to her and pointed at it. “I am here to talk about this with the doctor. The previous week, my granddaughter and her friend came for a checkup and they forgot the form.” The young lady examined the paper and realized it was indeed from their office. She smiled at her and told him to wait while she went to get the doctor.