Diary Of An Oxygen Thief Novels & Stories

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆ I spent the entire weekend hiding in my apartment, ignoring texts from classmates who suddenly found me fascinating for all the wrong reasons. The humiliation replayed on loop as my own words, my deepest, most depraved fantasies, were read aloud in front of everyone while Darian Rho watched with those unreadable dark eyes that seemed to strip me bare without ever touching me. Monday morning, I discovered my diary was missing. Tuesday afternoon, the first text arrived from an unknown number: “Page 23. The elevator fantasy. Creative use of the emergency stop button.”

Aside from his expensive, empty belongings, there was no trace of us anywhere. It was so clean it suffocated him. While sorting through Nora's desk, Marcus's fingers touched something hard caught in the gap of the drawer. He pulled it out. It was a forgotten diary. On the cover, written in childish letters, were the words: My Mister. Marcus's fingers began to shake violently. He opened the first page. [Date: My asthma hurt so much. Daddy went to hold Jacey because she was scared of the dark. Mommy covered my eyes and told me to call him Mister.]

Did he have to make it sexual? “What’s in the book anyway? Is it your diary?” He asked curiously. “It’s a diary but it’s not mine!” I said because I just didn’t want to lie. Jace frowned. “Did you steal someone’s diary and now you are reading it in private?” I laughed and shook my head. “I didn’t steal it, I found it in this room when I moved in.” I told him. “You did?” I nodded. “It’s Leah’s diary.” I revealed getting the attention of the others. Honestly, what’s the point of lying anyway? There’s really nothing in the diary that we haven’t done yet.

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam

Moving slowly, I slid my hand under my pillow and pulled out the old leather-bound diary. The weight of the book in my hands felt heavy, almost as if it were pulsing with dark secrets. I slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound, and crept toward the bathroom. Once inside, I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, breathing heavily. The only light came from the dim bulb overhead. It was casting a soft glow over the room. I placed the diary on the bathroom sink. My fingers brushed over its worn cover. That strange symbol embossed on the front, a triangle with three circles inside, seemed to mock me.

I wonder he has his ass fucked or not. There were even a few diaries. I picked up one and hear I found something extremely useful. It had the details of all the murders he had done with the name and accomodation of the victim. Damon should have never stored it but here he did it and now I can torture him with this. I left the place taking the diary too running down the pipe and jumping off the boundary wall....

Her thighs trembled, the diary sliding to the floor, pages open and smeared with shaky ink. When she could finally breathe, she pulled the toy out, her body still quivering. She grabbed the diary with trembling hands, slammed it shut, and shoved it into her bag. “Never again,” she whispered to herself, cheeks burning. But she knew she was lying. --- The next afternoon, she sat in Professor Hayes’s office for her private session. The room smelled faintly of coffee and old books, his desk stacked with papers. He leaned against it while explaining a passage from Shakespeare, his deep voice filling the quiet space.

As time passed, Zac got used to the treatments and stopped crying, so they weren't satisfied. When the camera wasn't pointed at them, they pinched him to make him sob louder. Meanwhile, I hid in a hotel far away, watching everything unfold as I compiled the evidence I had. They had forgotten something: Back then, to monitor Zac's homework, they had asked me to buy a small camera online and install it in the living room corner. That day's confrontation—the whole ugly scene—had been recorded. I compiled the footage, added subtitles so everything was clear, and posted it online.

"Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!" With that, I set the diary aside and stand up, taking a deep breath. It's now or never, I think to myself. I make my way back to the living room, my bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor. I plop down on the couch, feeling the cool leather against my naked skin. I grab the remote and start flipping through the channels again, this time without a st