Diary Of An Oxygen Thief Kindle Novels & Stories

" I lowered my gaze to the card again. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was looking for answers that didn't exist. Ryder had already told me. I talked too much. I slept. That was it. Still... I couldn't bring myself to throw the card away. Instead, I walked toward my bookshelf and pulled out the leather-bound diary I had kept since I was sixteen. Between pages filled with old memories, pressed flowers, random sketches, and thoughts I'd never shared with anyone... I carefully slipped the black key card inside. Closed the diary. Then slid it back into its place. Hidden.

I heave it open, the heavy iron screeching in the quiet air; a sound that vibrates in my teeth and sets my nerves on edge. Inside, buried beneath layers of protective, damp peat and ancient, magical sealing wax, is an iron lockbox. My fingers tremble, raw and scraped, as I pry it open. I don’t find gold, I don’t find heirlooms, and I don’t find jewelry. I find a small, leather-bound diary; my mother’s handwriting, frantic, slanted, and terrified, the ink still dark and sharp as if she wrote it only moments ago.

His arms held her with a gentle, supportive strength, as if to say, "I am here, I will listen, and hold you through the darkness." River's eyes closed, and she took a deep breath, the warmth of Thane's body seeping into her very soul. She knew that she could trust him, that he would listen without judgment, that he would hold her through the stormy nights of her past. And with that knowledge, she began to speak, her words spilling out like a river, carrying with them the secrets, the fears, and the hopes that had shaped her into the person she was today. River's hands trembled slightly as she handed Thane a worn, leather-bound book. The yellowed pages seemed to whisper secrets of the past, t

Zenith said in dismissal as he pulled the box to his side. “Yes big boss.” He waited until the secretary had left before taking out the book which was battered, obviously soaked in water and dried at some point, but the back was hardcover and it seemed like a diary with lock. “I'm going to read this now, I don't know much about you and I'm sorry about that,” he said as he dragged his chair closer to her. Gift's finger twitched at that moment, but he missed it.

my head is still filled with this insane images and I didn't need some boy problems now the locker room was empty when I got there, perfect just what I needed , silence. I sat down slowly, my hands trembling slightly as I opened my bag. the diary was still there, staring at the cover, the bright colors, the stickers filled it front and back, the pink, purple, blue, white, red, all the fucking colors you can think of, it was her, literally and metaphorically her, it was supposed to be filled with adventures and names of friends but instead it corrupted with one persons name, it's so sickening how someone turned something so bright to something so dark, my hands tightens around the book , tear

There was a small popping noise, and the diary suddenly snapped open. “April 5, 368 AI,” a cool, female voice murmured and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The diary was floating in front of Jester, the pages turning along with the voice as if there was actually someone who was reading the entries aloud. Now, I am not someone who spooks easy, but I got shivers imagining that the ghost of the previous owner—instead of a spell, as Jester soon explained—was doing that.

I walk to the door to check if it's locked. After checking it twice, I move to the window and lock it before losing the curtains. I look around to see if everything is set. And yes, we are good to read! I run to the cupboard and take the diary out. This diary smells like old times. I brush it a few times while walking to my bed. I lay in the most comfortable reading position I can find before opening the diary. 'Rily Dencer.' I turn the page and see a picture of a young girl. The picture has become yellow because of time maybe but still can't hide the beautiful lady beneath it.

My heart tightened and I hoped for his own sake, Kelvin’s didn’t try hurting my father. If he did, I was going to paint his rainbow town black. I was going to destroy everything he worked hard to achieve. I was going to move out of the room to head back to the place when I found a diary laying in a corner compartment of his bedrest. I went on my knees and pulled out the book but as it fell onto the floor, I realized that there was something else in there. I let my fingers slip through and I pulled it. It was a sort of walkietalkie but a different model from the one I had collected from Edna and her men.

It was a dangerous game, and I knew that the stakes were higher than ever. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast long shadows across our secluded estate, I received an anonymous package. Inside was a small notebook, weathered and worn, with a note that read, "The truth lies within." Curiosity mingled with trepidation as I opened the notebook. The pages were filled with Cassandra's handwriting—ramblings, fragments of memories, and cryptic clues. It was her diary, a window into her tormented soul. As I delved deeper into the pages, the puzzle began to unravel. The truth of our shared past emerged, piece by piece, revealing a shocking revelation that threatened to shatter ev

All their earlier promises meant nothing then. -------------- Dear Diary… It is a lonely place, a dungeon, when you are locked up on your own and left alone too. I guess he has a home to return to. And I have no wolf to talk to now either. Just four walls to look at. If this is how things go, I am likely to go insane… ----------------