Novel & Cerita Diary Of An Oxygen Thief Kindle

One biting into my neck with his large canines as he pumped into me. I pressed my thighs together tighter and cursed at myself. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “Pretty Bird,” Thayer growled, “if you don’t stop that, I’m going to eatyoufor breakfast.” Cheeks flushing harder, I cursed at myself for being so fucking embarrassing and desperately tried to calm myself. This wasnothow I’d expected this conversation to go, but I couldn’t help it. I had fantasized about them for far too long. “Do you guys have my diary?” I asked, staring at the granite tabletop.

"Jacob, I know you. You are a traitor. You and Arthuro are the same. He thought of only one solution for everything. To stop his punishment. The flash drive that Arthuro is holding now. That flash drive contains many files. Everything, a small flash drive, is equal to all the chaos in Anastashia's family, in the secret world, in wealth, in lies, in murder, and in the mafia world. She wiped her tears. She went to a diary app. She was even surprised why Owen had such a thing. Her son also likes to write. Owen really got more of Arthuro's genes. Arthuro is also a writer. The diary app has no password. She looked at the door. She stood up and closed it. "What is Owen writing here?" she asked her

he flipped again, multiple pages this time. “15/10/98 Dear Diary, I met this guy, I love… his name is Jade, Jade Ogr---” tears rolled down my eyes, he wasn’t letting me ready anything. “12/12/2000 Dear Diary, I’m blessed with a baby girl, a daughter, she’ll call me mom---” “Fuck you, let me see it…” it wasn’t forged at all, and even if it was, I didn’t want to believe otherwise. My eyes shedding tears, as many as possible, he closes it right in front of my eyes. “Do you… still not want it?”

I never wanted to see this box again. Why am I here? Why did this force bring me here? "Let me out. Let me out." I hear that voice again. I'm still not in control of my body. I watch my hands grab the box. My mom sealed it with a spell only she can undo but somehow as I grab it, it clicks open and all the magic that was sealed in there finds it's way inside of me. It passes through my nostrils, my ears, my mouth and I feel it rushing through my veins. Oh no. What have I done?

I growle, shoving him hard against the glass wall until he gasps for air. Vance slumps against the glass, defeated and shaking, leaving the dropped journal lying wide open in the mud between our boots. I release his collar with a disgusted flick of my wrist, letting him slide down onto the gravel while my attention snaps downward toward the exposed pages of the fallen book. The dim moonlight filters through the greenhouse roof, illuminating the familiar, precise handwriting scrawled across the open paper entries. My breath catches sharply in my throat as I recognize the unmistakable script immediately, realizing it does not belong to any faculty member or council archivist. I drop to one kne

My fingertips brushed over the rough, weathered leather pages as I turned to the final section of the diary. The texture changed there—stiffer, drier, the corners slightly curled. The moment my eyes landed on the page, my breath just… froze. A huge dark stain swallowed half the sheet. Old blood, dried into a deep, rusty black. Even after all these years, it carried that metallic, chill‑inducing smell that cut straight into my senses. Instantly, something buried deep in my genes shuddered awake.

UNKNOWN POV DEAR DIARY, She grows beautiful each and every passing day. It was just yesterday she was a child, and now she has tits and curves in all the right places. I stare at her through this broken mirror, I see her every step, her every move… I feel pain when she’s happy, and I relish in the joy her sadness brings me. She is mine, Diary. Mineee! Oh, it won’t be long now…

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.

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

I found a few notes of cash so I took out a few notes from that drawer. When I was getting money from the drawer something fell on the ground. I bent down and picked up the book from the ground. I saw that it was a diary. I opened the diary. On the first page, it was written that it solely belongs to Aaron Malhotra. Whoever reads this diary without its owner's permission will face severe consequences... I kept the diary on the bed and gave money to the maid. I told her to bring me 2-3 packets of sanitary pads.