Diary Of An Oxygen Thief Novels & Stories

When I'm satisfied with my resemblance, I yank open the door, walk through the hallway and whistle like it's just another ordinary day in paradise. When I observe that the walkway to my office is clear, I stop whistling, not wanting to draw attention to myself as I'm not in the chattering mood. I walk into my office and shut the door behind me, sighing, with relief, leaning my head against the door, thankful my tormentor had left. I walk towards my desk. "What the fuck!" I cry out as I stub my leg against something hard. I look down and my safe is wide open. Dropping to my knees I peer inside and it's empty.

Marcellus stumbled through the door of his study, his footsteps heavy and unsteady. The dim light of the overcast sky seeped in, casting long, oppressive shadows across the room. The desk was piled high with documents, but he couldn’t bring himself to even glance at them. Instead, he reached into the hidden compartment of a mechanism box and retrieved the object that haunted him—his diary. Its cover was worn from countless readings, the edges frayed by his desperate hands.

With trembling hands, I approached it, my fingers brushing against the rough wood. With a creak, I lifted the lid, revealing a treasure trove of forgotten memories. Among the yellowed pages and faded photographs, my gaze landed on a leather-bound diary. It was weathered with time, its once vibrant cover now worn and aged. I knew instinctively that this diary held the answers we had been searching for.

My throat burned. I grabbed a half-filled bottle of water I had left on my desk and gulped it down at once. The feeling came again, rumbling down in my stomach. I couldn’t tell if this was pregnancy-induced or the pool of blood that kept flashing back to my mind. I got to the bathroom before I let it out. The sink was covered in my puke. I ran water over my face. I dragged in air slowly as I walked back to the office. A diary caught my eye as I packed every file and document back into the drawers. Pink colored thick-covered diary. This must have belonged to Victoria.

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.

Ronald just didn't want them to know it yet, he had everything planned for just the right moment. *In S.T.A.R Labs* Diana kept looking at the piece of paper, and she finally said," I have seen this paper before" "What?! Where?!", said Oliver. "It's a page from my diary!",said Diana. "Are you sure?!",asked Sam. Diana's cheek reddened as she said," Well, I write in it , everyday, so I am certain that this piece of paper is from my diary.My aunt had given it to me..... It has concealed writings, by which I mean.....that....you may write on this paper all you like, but you can conceal the main message! That's it! Light a fire!"

Stella–POV I tossed and turned; sleep eluded me. Frustrated, I sat up and made my way to retrieve the diary, hoping to find a way to unlock its secrets. I carefully pulled out the journal and, once again, attempted to open it using a hammer on the small lock. To my dismay, it remained stubbornly shut. Exhausted and defeated, I sank back, only to feel a hot trickle of blood from my nose— a telltale sign of stress. Scrambling to find a tissue box, I heard an unexpected click, and to my surprise, the lock popped open, triggered by a drop of blood.

" 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.

Part of me wanted to drop to my knees right there despite the danger. The panic room door sealed behind us with that same heavy click as before. Red lights came on, showing the small space and monitors flickering to life on backup power. I plugged the USB into a secure port on the panel while Damien checked the screens for more intruders outside. “Shit look at this,” I said, scrolling through the files. Stolen manuscript pages mixed with screenshots of our private emails. The dirty ones. Me telling Damien how I wanted him to fuck my throat till I gagged. Him describing exactly how he’d breed my ass raw.