Novel & Cerita Diary Of An Oxygen Thief Author

~Rose~ I had woken up to an empty apartment, still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I was stadning by the window with a cup of coffee in my hands, looking out over the city. The people were moving around beneath me, going to their destinations, and some, wondering what their destination was. How did my life take this turn? How did I go from making a living by stealing from people, to signing a contract, giving myself to a cold-hearted, gazilionare-CEO?

I needed to see Mikey, so I told Chuks to drive over to my school at Taiwo Avenue. The cabin was starting to kill me, it was empty and Kaz and his guys did not return. I kept thinking about how to do what I had to do throughout the night, rolling in my not-so-comfortable bed. The man was a corrupt politician, he was responsible for the misery of a lot of people. I said all these things in my mind to justify what I was about to do, it never really got old, trying to rationalize taking a person's life, no matter how much they deserved it. For someone who committed a lot of murders in his life, I really could not get past the guilt, it's a sort of punishment I placed upon myself. After a while,

He tapped the invitation once with his finger before strolling off, leaving me staring after him. That night, I lay awake, the card resting on my nightstand like a dare. My brain wouldn’t shut up, replaying George’s smug tone, his promise, the whispered hints of freedom. I looked under my bed, the leather notebook sat under my bed, wedged between dust bunnies and forgotten shoes. My real diary. Not the fake one with pretty quotes and safe little memories, but the one filled with messy handwriting, the kind of truths that could ruin me if anyone ever read them. The last time I crossed my list was on my twenty-fifth birthday, no strings attached…

If Tariq discovered it outside that room, he would know I had read it, and there would be no escaping his wrath. I moved quickly and slipped into a pair of jeans and a sweater before making my way back into the bathroom. I reached behind the cabinet. My fingers brushed over the diary's worn leather cover. I pulled it out and clutched it to my chest for a moment as I took a deep breath. Every page, every word, weighed heavily on me. This book held the truth and I was bound by it now. My life has changed forever by the dark secrets it contained.

The two of them looked at each other and started running, I waited for them, watching them make that futile attempt to escape me, and in my mind I wondered if they knew what would come next, and how meaningless their attempting to escape was. "Why not just fight and die with your dignity still intact?" I whispered. Then in a flicker, I dashed towards them, catching the first and throwing him against a wall, I heard something crack and it was the bone of his thigh, the second one made a final attempt to redeem himself, he shoved down a wooden stake into my chest as I grabbed him by the neck and screamed loudly, I waited for him to let it all out before biting into his neck, my fangs pierced h

He flipped the page and caressed her beautiful handwriting before starting to read it. (Hello, my new diary, it's the first page of yours and I have something very interesting to share with you. I know you would have already guessed that it is related to my hottie biker. Today in the morning, I stole Cole's shirt. I think I'm going to become his personal thief.) He chuckled after reading the last line.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

Jax pov I creep quietly in the darkness of the wealthy widow's estate. The moon shines at late night, casting its rays on the expansive garden. My heart races as I search for guards. My name is Jax, and I'm a thief looking for quick cash. The widow is currently unmarried, or so I think. Her husband died rich, and the estate is full of riches. I slip between the tall fence and proceed towards the back door. The lock is simple. I open it with my tools and push the door in softly. Silent in there.

There was nothing much, except books. Textbooks, novels, exercise books and manuscript. He briefly went through some of Pearl's unfinished works and smiled. Pearl was the real talent here. He reached for another note book and the first page was boldly written on it, 'THEY MURDERED HER (True life story)'. It was a novel Pearl was writing. Without hesitation, Detective Flynn also took the old diary he found in the last wardrobe. He heard footsteps, someone was climbing the staircase. He knew it was neither the twins nor their father. So he concluded it was a neighbor and continued snooping around.

Cold. I pressed my hand over my mouth to muffle a cough from the thick air. Carefully stepping back, my heel hit something. A shelf. A loud thud hit the floor behind me. “Damn it…” I muttered under my breath, fumbling to pull out my phone. I turned on the flashlight and aimed it toward the object. It was a book. Old. Worn. A diary. I bent down and picked it up. The name on the first page stopped my breath cold.