Diaries Aphmau Novels & Stories

Stephen was taller and had a body frame that we could classify as 'built' so my view of what lay ahead in the spacious, antiseptic room was shielded at first, then revealed to me in a single motion. At first I didn't see anything special until my eyes landed on the small girl propped into a sitting position on the bed, her pen working speedily at penning words on a writing material that looked more like a diary. I felt like I was going to faint. AN: Now don't forget to comment and give me feedback. You know I love you as well. Please stay safe, fresh and avoid crowds till the next chapter my gees. Love, ✌illusionistic.

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters

I had drawn the circle of the Baphomet complete with all of Levay's symbols, but inside instead of the figure of the goat words written in a mixture of our blood; Mark and Megan; separated by life Reunited in sin. I propped up a pillow on the bed and leaned back beginning to flip through some of the entries. The first few I had copied out of my real diary and were about my first thoughts of wanting Mark. I laughed at one entry which described me watching Mark pumping weights in the basement and running upstairs to masturbate to the thought of him pumping me. There was a month worth of these until the last one which ended with me writing that the folks were going away and tonight was the nigh

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.

And the monster’s victory is so complete, it leaves you wondering if you’re reading the journal of the victim… or the secret, proud biography of the victor. Then, after a long pause, Adam lifted the diary again. His thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” he whispered. And he opened the diary. ——— Episode 20 – Pool Party The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of chlorine and expensive perfume. Mason’s name was scrawled across the front in a looping, feminine hand. He slit it open with a thumb, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to the delicate stationery. Inside, on a cardstock the color of a summer sky, were the words:

I craved another woman’s touch more than I cared to admit. Then, a few days ago, the stress of work caught up with me. I hadn’t had a proper bowel movement in over three days. No laxatives or home remedies worked. Our maid, noticing my discomfort, recommended Dr. Freya Sharma — a young, highly skilled female doctor who ran an exclusive women-only clinic. Desperate and in pain, I decided to visit that very afternoon.

Part of me wanted to drop to my knees right there despite the danger. The panic room door sealed behind us with that same heavy click as before. Red lights came on, showing the small space and monitors flickering to life on backup power. I plugged the USB into a secure port on the panel while Damien checked the screens for more intruders outside. “Shit look at this,” I said, scrolling through the files. Stolen manuscript pages mixed with screenshots of our private emails. The dirty ones. Me telling Damien how I wanted him to fuck my throat till I gagged. Him describing exactly how he’d breed my ass raw.

“Hate me all you want, little doll. It makes your pu**y taste sweeter.” He pulled me tighter against him. I could feel him pressing hard against me through his pants. My breath came faster. “Dante… this is wrong,” I whispered. “Wrong feels good, doesn’t it?” He turned my face to his and kissed me roughly. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming, demanding. I tried to pull back but he held my jaw and deepened the kiss until I was moaning into his mouth. When he broke the kiss, I was panting. He stood up, lifting me easily, and carried me to the wide leather couch. He laid me down and knelt between my legs, pushing the red dress up to my waist. “Look at these pretty p**nties,”

September 14th Nothing about me is ever going to be right. Is it? Here I am trying to get through this shitty time, and everyone and everything is against me… Mia kept writing. She wrote more in her diary than she ever had done before. She was so engrossed, she didn’t notice that after a while, she was being watched. “Oh my god. You really keep getting more and more tragic, don’t you?” The sudden noise made Mia jump out of her seat with fright.

I felt I was arrested. - Amanda. ___ next paper, ___ Dear Risa, I enjoyed your two days together. I know you will read my diary. if you are reading it then it means I die. I kept the bag in Clara's cabin before leaving because I know you will search for my bag. I apologize for not telling you the truth when you questioned me. I wasn't able to tell you the reason because I was being monitored. On the abandoned floor, it's a hidden place for them to bring their country's illegal medicines. Due to short memory loss. I couldn't find out what exactly was going on there. they used to test the new medicine on the animal but now to get a faster medicine without checking they are using it on us. I wo