Diary Of A Passion Novels & Stories

Even though I'm a horny girl I still get standards, and trust me they are pretty high. I'm in my current predicament because my business partners thought it would be nice to have our once in every month meeting this time at 'Passion' which they clearly know would be impossible and 'difficult' Passion is what anyone will call rich, expensive and everyone's fantasy. Not only was it built for the rich but even amongst the rich, not every rich person can enter. And luckily all my business partners have access to Passion so they thought it would be the best place this time. But here we are all horny and wanting to be anywhere else but in that hall, we choose to have our meeting.

Esther used simple words to chronicle her youthful infatuation one after another. During a time unknown to Bradley, there was a girl who had been doing everything she could to get closer to him. The delight, bitterness, sweetness, and helplessness of an unrequited crush—like a one-person play, Esther had documented all her feelings in this diary during those days of unreciprocated love.

I muttered under my breath as I flipped through more pages. "Sometimes I wonder if this is what forbidden love actually feels like—not romantic or sweet, but desperate and painful and impossible to ignore. Like trying to hold your breath underwater. Eventually, you have to catch a breath or drown. I think Dimitri and I are drowning." We were drowning, but that'd change soon. The door to my office suddenly burst open without warning, and Vale stormed in, eyes immediately landing on the diary in my hands. His expression shifted from surprised to angry in seconds.

But we couldn’t be certain, it was before his 18th birthday, we couldn’t deny the older male feeling the mate connection first. Looking back now, all we needed to do was be patient. I can see that now. The actions of a young girl unable to decide what was for the best, a 16 year old girl feeling torn. Torn between 2 loves. “I don’t want to discuss this again. I’m annoyed you kept the diary, annoyed you kept the photograph. But you were young, and clearly not of sane mind.” He tosses the last few pages of the diary into the fire, watching them turn to ash.

Or maybe worse, he wanted me once and decided I wasn’t worth the damage. Just like everyone else. The thought cracked something inside me, and before I could stop it, a tear slipped free. I barely felt it roll down my cheek, barely registered it falling, until it dropped onto the page of the diary I was holding. Everything froze. The tear hit the page, and the diary reacted like it had been waiting for that exact moment. Blue fire exploded across the surface, brighter than before, alive and wild, but controlled, like it recognized me now. The pages flipped on their own, fast at first, then slower, until they stopped right in the middle of the book.

He should try to be sweet to his future wife Aish... that guy is really a jerk I walked out of my room and was about to go downstairs when i notice he didn't lock the door of his room, i walk towards his room and was about to lock it but i went inside instead I went to his reading table and i see a book with DIARY written boldly on it I looked away cos i know that reading someone diary's is bad but something within me was so curios to know more about him. I looked outside through his window and realize he was still outside, i quickly pick his DIARY and open it, i ignore so many chapters and then i glanced through the date we both met

Fuck it. She climbed onto his lap, clasping his face then tracing the angular lines of it with her red-painted fingernails. He let out a soft moan, his hands wrapping around her hips as her skirt rode up her thighs. The sweatpants were soft against her but that’s where the softness stopped. His fingers roughly gripped her, like he was having a hard time maintaining control. They stared at each other and closed their eyes as their lips connected. His hips bucked and his fingers jammed into her hips with a possessive stronghold. His mouth claimed hers with such passion she weakened in his embrace.

If I was feeling conscious before, I suddenly feel like dying and want the grounds to open up and swallow me whole. “It's you!” one of the boys states. I frown. “Me? You know me?” He suddenly looks enthusiastic with a gleam in his eyes. “Yeah, in the wo-” he gets cut off with a smack on his head by the girl. “I-I mean I've watched your races and you are badass! I'm a huge fan,” I smile cheekily. “Thanks,” Damien finally resumes walking and I follow him to the kitchen. “Who are they? Your kids? Do you have a wife also?” It's sheer curiosity but the last sentence still makes me feel resentment. “Does she know you nearly fucked a 21 year girl in a hotel room?”

She made no effort to stifle her passionate and loud moans, which echoed through the walls into my room. "Yes! Yes! Harder! Harder!" she screamed. "Who's your daddy?" Mark asked. "You are!" she cried out passionately. Oh, my God! I tried to cover my ears with a pillow, attempting to block out the explicit noise. I couldn't bear it. It was seriously affecting me. I felt incredibly aroused, perhaps even more so than when Mark was narrating his ordeal. My entire body had been responding to Nicholas all along. He was undeniably attractive, and resisting him was proving to be a challenge. His captivating scent lingered in the air, enveloping me with its alluring fragrance.

Just one last date and this time she will make it clear to him that she is not interested. She takes her to leave his office and goes to her room. Closing the door, she lies down on her bed. Can she never do what she wishes? Why is she so coward? She blames herself for ruining her life with her own hands. She buries her face in the softness of the pillow and mutters something when her a notification pops on her phone. Groaning, she takes a look. She thought it is from Chloe but it is a notification from Aphrodite's paradise. She checks it by clicking on the link and the memories of the first time wash over her. With the Lucian situation, she almost has forgotten about that mysterious man. Wh