Diary Greg Novels & Stories

My thighs pressed together under the desk as I shifted, trying not to let the giggles turn into full snorts. “Admit it, it’s accurate,” Allie shot back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Man walks around like his balls are made of gold but probably cries after jerking off to old war documentaries.” We both hunched over, shoulders shaking with silent laughter while Hargrove droned on about some battle from forever ago at the front of the room. My phone buzzed in my lap, hidden under the edge of my skirt. I glanced down quick, heart jumping when I saw the name. Luis.

Fall down on my bed ,sobbing. Krriiing ! Kriiing ! " Greg", I greeted still sobbing. " What happened to you?", he worriedly asked. "Greg", I said again and swallowed hard. "Melo", I blurted out. " What about that j*rk?", he flatly said. " H-he met us a while ago. He bid us goodbye. He is sick Greg ! He has leukemia, stage 3", I said crying my heart out. Greg's Pov

It didn’t help either that he had a naturally tall height and plump body. “Don’t lie to me, Lewis”, ‘ol Jack warned him as he rummaged through his wallet. When he found his cash, he took it and threw the wallet on the ground. “You’ve less allowance today than usual” Greg had purchased a new notebook that morning on his way to school since the one he had left in the cafeteria by mistake had been ruined with inappropriate doodles. He was too afraid to admit to this, so he kept the detail to himself. “My father probably counted wrong this morning, that’s why”

I was eighteen now, yet he still had this habit of treating me like his little girl at times. Tonight was different, though. I wore the shortest shorts I had. The kind that inched its way up my ass cheeks when I moved. And a form-fitting crop top that showed off my flat stomach. No bra. My nipples strained against the thin material if I was cold. I got two sodas from the cooler and departed. My bare feet tingled against the wooden patio. Daddy did not look up right away. When he did, his eyes swept over my body. Snappy, but I saw it.

Don't be afraid of it. He sat with that for a long time. ______ The second thing in the box was a small journal. Older than the letter, the cover worn soft with handling, the pages dense with his grandmother's everyday handwriting, observations and records spanning what looked like decades. He didn't read it all. He read sections, enough to understand that she had been tracking something across her entire adult life, a thread that ran through multiple generations of her own family and that connected, in ways he was only beginning to map, to things he had been sitting adjacent to for the past year without understanding his own position in them.

He shook his head as he proudly wore a huge smile on his face. “I was repositioning them.” I rolled my eyes. “So that’s what we’re calling it.” He chuckled. I narrowed my eyes. “I liked you better five minutes ago.” A grin spread across his face. “No, you didn’t.” Gregory laughed quietly. The sound surprised me. For once, the room didn’t feel weighed down by history. It felt… Hopeful. I tucked the oldest journal securely against my chest. The one Gregory had almost forgotten. The one written by people who shared my blood. Or had.

hearing those words from his laptop made me freeze, confused, and shocked. I was certain that was Kelvin's and my voice, but we never recorded ourselves, how was Mr Michael watching a video of us?. I felt chills round my body as I brought out my fingers from my aching pussy. What was going on?. “Fuck belly”, he grunted as he came, spurt after spurt of cum landed on the toilet sit. He wiped his head to the side a little, and our eyes met instantly.

“I was only trying to help stop the questions… I.. “Don’t try and don’t help”Greg angrily left his apartment with his bicycle making Kaila to breakdown in tears.

m and you can tell me all about it. Me : Okay. "Mom?" Where is she? Is she still asleep? She's always up and in the kitchen reading one of her newspapers by 8a.m. I head over to the fridge to take orange juice out of the fridge when I see a note stuck to it, in my mom's handwriting. The note reads: "At the Academy. Meeting with the elders." Hmm, I wonder what was so important she had to leave so early on a Sunday morning. I hope everything is okay.

"Alright, Greg, spill it. What's this big secret?" Greg leaned back, a sly smile playing at his lips. "You see, fellas, ever since I landed this gig, working the kitchen and all that, I've finally discovered why the previous kitchen staff quit their jobs so suddenly. And let me tell ya, it ain't pretty. But it does present an opportunity," His friends scoffed, dismissing his words. "Quit with the drama, Greg. You should be grateful you got the job in the first place. As long as your pocket gets fatter, who cares what else happens in that place,"