Cat Sad Diary Novels & Stories

my head is still filled with this insane images and I didn't need some boy problems now the locker room was empty when I got there, perfect just what I needed , silence. I sat down slowly, my hands trembling slightly as I opened my bag. the diary was still there, staring at the cover, the bright colors, the stickers filled it front and back, the pink, purple, blue, white, red, all the fucking colors you can think of, it was her, literally and metaphorically her, it was supposed to be filled with adventures and names of friends but instead it corrupted with one persons name, it's so sickening how someone turned something so bright to something so dark, my hands tightens around the book , tear

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

Making Koishi turn his gaze towards the source of voice rubbing his eyes feeling the black dots forming in front of his eyes. “Ah fuck the sun my eyes” rubbing his eyes once again hearing the small meow opening it just to see Takeshi who has the small black kitty “Meet my new friend Daisy” Takeshi smiles holding the little black cat in his arms.

Quiet, intent, like he was trying to solve something he couldn’t quite reach. The clinic helped at first. Animals were useful that way — they demanded presence, attention, practicality. A nervous golden retriever with separation anxiety did not care about emotional complications inside billionaire marriages. Neither did the aggressively offended cat that tried to attack Ada before nine in the morning. “You know,” Ada said while adjusting her gloves, “sometimes I think cats can sense weakness.” “I think this one can sense joy and wants to destroy it.” Ada snorted. For a while the normalcy worked — appointments, medication charts, phone calls, fur everywhere, controlled chaos. I almost relaxed

My girlfriend and best friend adopted a stray. She kept going to his place ever since. Whenever she did, she would have that look of impatience on her face as she said, "I would go over to his place, but that cat only lets me hold it." Blake Chaucer sneered. "You think I want you at my place? It's the cat that likes you, not me." They would squabble whenever they met up. Still, it didn't take long for her to memorize his door's passcode. She even remembered how he needed something warm before bed because he had a weak stomach. When she didn't show up on my birthday, she said, "The cat's having a fever, and he can't handle it himself." I held my resentment over our situation for a long, l

Leo starred at the old, earthy coloured leather diary. He experienced mixed sentiments. His face which held an astounding appearance a few moments ago now showed the look of scepticism. He glanced around the basement in confusion. His eyes finally came to settle on Adi. She too held a similar expression as him. The diary had left them speechless for several minutes. "What the hell is this? If this is a prank I am going to sue that person." Leo said annoyingly, breaking the silence.

I muttered, the words heavy on my tongue. Madam Katie offered a reassuring smile, her hand resting gently on my arm. "He'll understand," she said soothingly. "And who knows? Perhaps this isn't goodbye after all." “ Thank you for your kind words, I will be out soon, I need to grab my journals and diary book “ Sorting through my journals, memories flooded my mind, each page a testament to the tumultuous journey I had endured. Suddenly, one of the diaries slipped from my grasp and fell open, revealing a chapter of my past I had tried to forget.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

My panties rip. Cool air touches my pussy. I'm exposed. Zeke steps back. He pulls his pants down. His zombie cock springs out. It's thick and veined, the skin mottled green and black. Pus drips from the tip. It smells foul, like curdled milk and decay. Precum leaks in thick globs. Yellow and sticky. I gag at the smell. He grabs my hips. Flips me around. My face presses against the wall. Rough wood scrapes my cheek.

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.