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I choked out hoarsely when Jamal briefly let me breathe, my voice trembling with fear and arousal. David smirked, slowly stroking his thick cock as he watched Troy grind deep and slowly into my soaked pussy. “Oh, my lovely cheating wife. Your filthy diary was better than any sex video I’ve ever watched. Every night I read how you let other men use you while I jerked off like a pathetic cuck. And these…” He pointed at the multiple hidden pinhole cameras in the ceiling corners, light fixtures, and even the headboard. “These are all over the house. Bedroom. Shower. Living room. Kitchen. Garage. I’ve watched every single time you got fucked like a desperate whore. Every load you swallowed. Every

He’s so easy to manipulate when he’s nostalgic. Day 12: She’s getting suspicious. I need to ramp up the symptoms. Fainting spell tomorrow? My hands shook as I turned the pages. It was all there. The calculation. The malice. But a diary could be dismissed as venting or fiction. Elise could claim she was writing a novel. I needed something physical. Something medical. I put the diary back and turned to the nightstand. The three pill bottles were there. Digoxin. Warfarin. Furosemide.

The romance was being squeezed out. "The journal" Elara shouted, her bare knees hurt as she fell flat onto the asphalt to pick up the black leather book that was lying between them. The moment her fingers touched the leather, the blank white pages inside the journal did not just move they started bleeding. A lot of midnight-blue fluid came out of the journal mixed with the cold rain water and formed a swirling indigo circle around her ankles. The gold letters on the cover of the journal; THE MASTER LEDGER: VOLUME TWO ​flared with a white-hot, blinding radiation that scorched the skin of her palm, the unique, un-templated human syntax of her blood-infused veins screaming in protest against th

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?

he was quick to agree with that. After giving him a few directions, we pulled up in front of the bikers driveway and the garage door was open all the way and the two bikers were sitting in there drinking. they stared down at the car I was in as we stared back up at them. Mike said, " wow! you weren’t kidding." he handed me a small bottle of baby oil and the note that they wrote to me and said, " your going to need this oil because I think they're right. your going to become their bitch tonight." I took the baby oil and the note and got out of the car.

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?”

Enlightenment came when he warned me about the bloodsuckers; the girl, Lori, was more like Ingrid than Diana. Had they swapped places as part of some bizarre game? Deciding I had nothing to lose, I asked my new master. “Very astute of you to notice,” he said. “I’ll ask my mistress to lend you the diary. Jake was fascinated by it, though it’s a work of pure fiction.” “That’s not like him,” I muttered. “It’s a prurient fantasy concocted by Lori.” “I see.” He grinned wickedly. “No, you don’t. Some parts of it are true and some aren’t. What kind of diarist doesn’t bother to put details under dates?”

I open the book again and flip back to the first page of the book deciding to read the inscription handwritten there in neat small letters; "This diary belongs to Jennifer Bennet, beginning 21st February 1975" I glance at Thomas, who has been watching me as I inspected the book, and I see he looks just as shocked as I am. I am currently holding the previous Luna's personal diary. Her son, our current Alpha, is sharing this most personal possession of his mother's with me? Encouraging me to read her private thoughts and feelings? I admit, I was intrigued before but now I am torn. Do I read the Ex-Lunas diary? Can I really do that? Diaries are so intensely personal and private.

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?”

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.]