Diary Of An Oxygen Thief Novels & Stories

Grace- I went inside my room; I know I’m hoping groundlessly however I still opened my wardrobe to see dresses aligned, coded by colors. Of course, the money isn’t there… nonetheless I rummaged through the clothes and found nothing. I sat down on my bed sighing at my foolishness. And then… my eyes landed on a diary, with a huge ‘Stefan’s high’ written on it. I stood up and grabbed it instantly. What is my diary doing here? P---Phoenix… is he here? I heard a knock on my window, I was not wrong. I rushed to lock the main door as Phoenix entered inside my room.

Gavin was off to the side flipping through a dusty book of old wolf totems when I saw it. My gaze landed on a small wooden chest. It was tucked behind a fallen box of training manuals. Unmarked, old, and carved into the front, barely visible beneath the dust, was a crescent moon etched into the wood. It looked more decorative than symbolic but it still made my fingers pause. The lock wasn’t sealed. It broke open too easily, with just the pressure of my thumb. That’s what unsettled me first. Someone wanted this found. Inside, folded between sheets of velvet and old perfume papers, was a diary.

Without hesitation, I grabbed the most eye-catching photo frame and smashed it to the ground. To my surprise, a hidden compartment lay behind it. Inside, a small wooden box sat neatly in place. I stared at it for a long moment before opening it. Inside was a medical report and an old diary, its pages yellowed with age. The report listed my personal info, my blood type bolded like it was the only thing that mattered. I flipped through the diary, watching the handwriting evolve from messy scrawls to steady, confident strokes.

I whispered. Meg nodded. The walls were empty. There wasn't a single picture in sight. Minutes turned into hours, and frustration threatened to consume us. Just as the doubt began to seep into the room, Meg's eyes landed on a small diary hidden beneath a stack of papers in a box. Her fingers, now trembling slightly, reached out and delicately retrieved it. "I think this is it," Meg whispered, her voice barely audible. "Come look at this." On the cover were the initials A.M. written in block letters. A.M. Alec McCain.

I went the straightest way at home cuz my outfit i chosed was not the best. I had a light jacket on and was wearing a thight black jeans. I was so heated i sweated heavy. The sun was heating up very quick. Finally we arrived at home and the first thing i made was to undress myself. I even undressed my underwear. Diana investigated all of my rooms and was pretty excited. I went to the kitchen and opened the freezer for a cool ice chocolate. Even for Diana i had bought food and made him a meal. But he was not that hungry and thought it could be more fun to like the sweat on my body. It was ticklish but i found the feeling very funny. He even stucked his nose right beetween my ass cheeks and li

I had forgotten all about that book, it had fallen out yesterday night from the top of Phobos's cupboard when I had mopped his chamber floors but I had no time to look into its contents so I thrust it into the box hoping to be able to read it later. I lift my hand to him indirectly demanding for it and he directly gives it to me. A deep inward breath I take in as my heart pounds vigorously in suspicion of what I might see. I know it is wrong of me to wish to invade his privacy this way but this is the diary I was determined to steal when I was eight. The pad of my thumb tenderly skims across the leather covering as memories of our childhood ignite to life within my mind.

Nora reached into the deep pocket of her apron, pulled out a small, leather-bound notebook with frayed edges, and handed it to me with trembling fingers. "I found this accidentally while cleaning the maids' quarters," Nora whispered, leaning in close. "It's Tessa's personal diary. She hid it under her mattress frame. Luna, she wrote down everything, the dates she met Dr. Vance's apprentice, how much Lady Bianca paid her, even how they planned to execute the blood swap on the Capital Board team!" I took the small book, flipping through the handwritten pages under the narrow beam of moonlight. The entries were meticulous, detailed, and utterly damning.

This is a record of what came after my end, of the choices I’ve made, and the ones I couldn’t escape. I am not writing to be remembered. I am writing to remember. This isn’t just a diary. It’s a map. A warning. A confession. Maybe, in these pages, you’ll find a piece of yourself — or maybe you’ll realize something has been watching you, too. Either way, the moment you opened this… You stepped into my world. And once you're in, there's no going back. With silence between the heartbeats, —Cullen

But, The ones above were harder to reach, forcing me to stretch, my fingers roaming blindly across the upper shelves. Suddenly, something solid brushed against my fingertips. Frowning, I pulled it free. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. A black diary falls right at my feet. Frowning, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. My heart skipped as I picked it up, and curiously opened to the first page... A date stared back at me— it was 27th August, 2005. “A twenty year old diary in the bathroom cabinet? What the hell?”

“That’s not possible, Rosy. I don’t believe in us anymore and I'm married.” Then a sudden sound sliced through the air, a slow, cold clap making them freeze. Rosy turned first, and her face went pale. George’s throat went dry knowing the familiar scent. Thalia stood at the doorway, her eyes red and cold, a small diary clutched in her hand. The pool lights flickered across her face, catching the glint of the tears on her cheeks. Rosy traced her face to her hands, seeing the diary she was holding, she recognized the diary instantly.