Diary Of A Passion Novels & Stories

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They kicked in the door. Inside— No guards. No gunfire. Just a single desk. A briefcase. And a document inside. Lorenzo grabbed it, scanned the top line. “Marriage clause,” he said. Isabella stepped beside him, her voice cold. “Burn it.” He handed her the lighter. She didn’t hesitate. The flames curled the paper inward, blackening the edges, devouring the words that once controlled her fate. When it was gone, she looked at him. “What now?”

I wanted to ask her about everything she wrote in diary, but my heart is too weak to question her I threw diary on bed and pinned her to wall, by caging her arms, I slammed my lips against her soft lips, I can feel that she wants to push me away, but her strength is too less compared to mine I'm expressing my emotions through the kiss, because there is no words to explain how I felt or how I'm feeling currently finally I left her lips, she slapped me and panting heavily due to short of breath, I can see disgust feeling in her eyes, she tried to go away I fallen on my knees and asked "will you love me?" she turned back I asked "will you love me, the way you told in that diary? will you love m

She hanged the call and I dropped the phone, my heart elated. I was super happy and excited and went back to my diary, opening up a new page and writing on it. Dear Diary, Today I had sex-with a girl and it was one of the best things ever… I wrote down every single detail of how I felt, the times I cummed and the nasty words that I moaned out loud while she stroked my body on all mannerisms. Yours truly,Diane. I heaved a sigh of relief when I was done and laid back on the couch, still naked.

The cool air hit my bare skin and I shivered. Darian’s gaze dropped, dark and deliberate. “Fuck. You really did it.” His voice was rougher now. “Spread your legs. Let me look.” I parted my thighs, heart slamming against my ribs. He stepped between them, not touching yet, just looking until I felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with being naked from the waist down. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Exactly like you described yourself in here.” He tapped the diary once. “Wet already. Aching. Scared you’ll be too loud and someone will hear.”

Every midnight we push further, fucking filthier, teetering closer to discovery. One afternoon I duck into the silent library, desperate for a moment away from the endless ache between my legs. My hand brushes a cracked leather diary hidden behind ancient books. I pull it free, my pulse racing. The pages are yellowed, but the words sear into me: a sister from centuries ago, spilling every sinful detail of her priest lover, how they met in this exact garden, how he pinned her against the wall and fucked her raw under the moon, how she came screaming around his bare cock night after night until a shadow at the window saw everything. Punishment. Shame. Exile. I read it crouched in the stacks, t

‘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.

My pussy, dripping with moisture and soaking my panties. Fuck, I wanted his dick inside me. And I wanted it now! "Lemon," I whispered, my voice so small and thin with my lust. At my words, he instantly stilled. I couldn't wait anymore. My vagina felt so empty without his cock that it was making me uncomfortable. He came forward and pressed a kiss to my neck. "I've missed you so much it hurts." "Lime," he whispered, before he removed his dick from his trousers and slid into me.

DIANA It burnt the moment his lips touched mine, like gold on embers, heating up to the highest degree but never melting away, never scarring. I felt this heat circulate through my body, settling in my belly. It was a volcanic eruption, a force to behold, one I did not have the strength to contend with. My lips parted as his tongue broke through, filling my mouth with the taste of untamed passion, void of any hint of inhibition, a feeling I had never known.