Diary Of A Passion Novels & Stories

“Who needs you to hang around me?” “As I was saying you just continue being you, he’ll change one day, my son isn’t a bad guy, he’s just angry I arranged his marriage without informing him” Florence said, placing a hand on Angela’s shoulder. “Really?” Angela asked. “Of course, follow me, I’ll show you everything about his growing up” Florence took Angela by the arm and went up the stairs. She took her to a room that had a lot of young boy stuffs in it, the painting on the wall was blue, the bedsheets were also blue, the rug, everything was blue. Florence took out a magazine and sat on the bed with Angela and began telling her more about Trenton. Angela heard from Florence that Trenton was a

“No… that’s not true. I haven’t—” He chuckles again, deeper this time, and pinches my nipple hard, making me gasp. “I read your little diary last week, every filthy page. How he fucks your greedy pussy when we're not around. How you begged him to fill you with cum like a dirty family whore. How you moaned when sucking his cock.” My face turns bright red with shame and overwhelming arousal, I can’t speak.

“Damn it, Dorcas, you are soaked.” I blush, hating my body for betraying me. I hear a loud tear and realize too late that I've lost my panties. He pushes me gently as he kisses me while still fingering me till we get to the couch. I moan, unable to process anything else asides the wreck he does to my body. “Hold on to the couch,” he orders, reaching behind him for a condom. My eyes widen, wondering how long he had stacked the condom in his office. The realization that he had dirty thoughts about me and kept a secret stash of condoms in his office sends a thrill through me and a gush of juice down my thighs.

‘I want to see the diary,’ he says sternly. ‘Fine,’ I say. I get the diary for him and hand it over. His eyes light up. He runs his fingers through the burnt edges of the diary and flips through the pages. He feels the crumbling edges of the pages and looks at me. ‘This is freaking awesome,’ he says. I knew he’d say that. This sort of stuff is very Shreyish. He is the one with the passion and the zeal to do things that one would normally stay away from. He is the crazy one.

I lie down on the bed and close my eyes, letting my hand drift along the sheets. The softness calms me a little—until my fingers brush something hard beneath the pillow. A small black notebook. I pull it out. I know I shouldn’t, but I open it anyway. It’s obviously hers. On the first page, there’s a photo of Mathilda with her parents. My chest tightens. I flip to the next page—and freeze. “How does it feel to marry someone you’ve admired for so long? Terrifying.” I swallow hard and close the diary. I can’t keep reading. The words echo in my head—someone you’ve admired. God. I don’t even know what to say.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

, don’t make me lose respect for you!" I turned to leave, but then remembered my diary was still in his possession. I coldly added, "Give me back my diary!" "It's in my room. Want to come with me to get it?" "Forget it. It’s easy to misunderstand when a man and a woman are alone together. I’ll wait for you in the lobby." I pressed the elevator button and quickly disappeared from Dominic’s sight in my high heels. He looked up and caught a glimpse of the cut on his lip in the reflection of a shop window, chuckling softly to himself. Sure, I was a bit wild lately, but I was a lot more interesting than before, wasn’t I? Once back in his room, Dominic Blackwood quickly pulled out the thick notebo

I could kiss him for days without getting turned off. I watched as he glanced around the room, looking for an empty place to sit. Please, let him come here. I prayed in my heart, hoping he wouldn't pick the remaining other two seats left. Mother Nature seemed to be residing in my mind and I almost passed out with how fast my heart was beating as I watched him walk over to where I was. "Can I sit here?" He asked, standing beside me. Of all the goodness in the world. Could someone pass me a fan, please? Why was it hot in here?

(Dear Diary, today's encounter with Cole strengthened my feelings for him. What I felt for him after seeing him naked and wet was indescribable; I had never felt this way for any man before. I can only tell you that this man is driving me insane. Even now, whenever I close my eyes, his perfect buff body appears in front of my eyes, turning me on again and again, and I'm getting wet all over again thinking about him. He's irresistible and roguishly hot.

He went even closer to me and pulled my body towards him. He gently pushed me in and I didn't even stop him. He closed the door behind him and pulled me by the waist. He held my chin up and made me look into his eyes. He looked directly at me as if he was looking for something and waiting to see something in my eyes. My breathing hitched when he slightly caressed the small of my back. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed my body's reaction to his touch, "Because it wasn't just lust for me, Cian. I am badly smitten that I was not able to control myself. All I have in mind is to make love to you that night and make you feel how I am so, so in love with you.”