Diary Of A Passion Novels & Stories

I cut her off before she can say the word complete. She takes a huge, heavy breath. "Yeah, he's totally pissed about it because it was just one night of passion. But he already said he can't abandon his own baby." ‘One night of passion.’ The words plunge a rusty knife into my heart and twist it. "One night of passion?" I choke. "Yes. I didn't even see it coming. He just... dragged me into his bed like he'd been missing me so badly. And honestly, I missed him too. I couldn't just resist him, Diana."

I felt the need to transcribe my adventures and feelings on paper. I never thought of becoming famous for my writings in the future. This never went beyond a personal desire and urgency. And now, with this unexpected "gift" from Mellanie, it was like a piece falling into place, there was no reason not to write anymore, to quench my passion. A passion that complemented other passions. So, without further ado, let's go. "Dear profligate diary, Irony is part of me, I hope you understand. I don't even know where to start or what subject I consider relevant to register you, but the passion for writing is something that has been with me for a while and I now see in this diary the opportunity to re

I started to get tired of insisting, maybe it was time to end it all. That thought as I walked home, I know Bill will make a fuss about me leaving without his permission, but I stopped caring, I was tired of begging Bill for his attention, last night's humiliating rejection had been the straw that broke the camel's back. As I opened the door to my house, I thought of Brandon. He had seen me nearly naked in pictures, but as long as he didn't say anything to Bill, everything would be okay, I guess. I don't even know how to feel about that.

“With Javier, I never have to wonder. He tells me exactly how he feels. He doesn’t hesitate.” Jessy exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down her face. “Haven, I love you, but this is some serious soap opera shit.” I let out a shaky laugh, half-choked, half-bitter. “Tell me about it.” Her tone turned firm, cutting through the mess in my head. “Listen. Passion feels amazing—it sweeps you up, it makes your heart race, it makes you feel alive. But passion isn’t the same as love. Don’t confuse the two.”

Sarah's POV I could feel Diana's anger erupting through her skin as Justin pulled me closer to himself. I enjoyed the moment and suddenly became conscious when I remembered I smelled like coffee. Diana tightened her fist as she looked at the both of us. She seemed frozen and if I could guess her thoughts clearly she'd do anything to eliminate me. Justin, who saw Diana wasn't responding, turned towards me. He looked into my eyes as he grabbed my Palms softly, raising them towards his face and he smiled as he kissed them lightly.

He called out one last time but the lady disappeared from his sight. Damien's eyes flooded open. His eyes staring at the ceiling. He was dreaming again. Dreaming of her. He always only dreamt of her pleasuring him and never her getting naked and him making love to her. He slightly closed his eyes as the sun was reflecting towards him from the open window. He adjusted his eyes to the reflecting sun. He placed both his palms on his face and sighed. When was he going to confess his feelings to her. It's been many years since he fell in love with her and he hadn't gathered the courage to tell her his true feelings. He looked downwards and saw his manhood had awakened due to the erotic dream he h

A long-lost diary surfaced, hidden away for decades, holding the key to a truth more devastating than we could have ever imagined. Trembling hands held the aged pages, the words within them inked with the emotions of a woman long gone. With bated breath, I began to read, each word unraveling a haunting tale that sent shivers down my spine. The diary belonged to my mother, unveiling the darkest chapter of her life—a forbidden love affair with none other than Isabella's late husband, Charles Blackwood. Their bond had been kept secret, their love flourishing in the shadows while Isabella maintained her iron grip over the family.

Could there be a pen in here? There was a diary, but it didn’t have a pen attached. I spent a couple of minutes leafing through its pages, seeing if I could unearth anything of interest, but it seemed to be work related and mostly in code. Having not the time or energy to decipher its treasures, I eventually stuffed it back in its hidey hole, mostly in despair, as it seemed that I would have to trudge back to my locked cell in defeat. It wasn’t the grand finale I was hoping for, but in all fairness, I hadn’t done a bad evening’s work - I’d have to be content with that.

PROMO : 1 B : what the hell are you doing here ? G : what is this ? Huh Wouldn't you welcome me. I know you must be bored with her So I am here for you as a distraction & trust me I am a lot hotter than her . B : Just shut up & get out from here. G : Don't glare at me Hottie . You know I have something which is very important for you. If I will open my mouth Infront of media then you know very well the consequences will not be good for you & your family.

She was getting hot and hotter by the second and was certain she could wet her panties anytime soon. Her thinking faculty went totally blank when he drew her closer and settled his lips on hers. It was like a dream come true. And if she was thinking it would be tentative, she was utterly wrong. It was fierce and demanding. As if finally claiming what you've been deprived of for a very long time.