Diary Of Black Mad Woman Novels & Stories

Keeping the pillowz on either side of him, to prevent him from falling of the bed like the first time she had found him. When she turns around, something sitting on the night stand catches her attention, she reaches forward and her hand comes in contact with a rough surface, picking the object up she realizes that it's a black leather diary of some sort. Opening it up she finds 'Damien' written inside with a cursive hand writing. She wasn't a snoopy person, she believed everyone deserved their privacy but seeing the diary with her mates name on it, definitely spiked her interest, her curiosity getting the best of her when she slowly turn the pages to find that the first entry had been writte

At night Blakely couldn't wait to open Rebecca's diary. She left the two envelopes unopened and untouched because she wanted to finish reading Rebecca's very thick diary. She saw that all the pages in the book were full of her handwritten notes. Rebecca didn't miss a single page. It made Blakely curious, how many stories did her sister want to put into the diary? Had she been so lonely all this time that she only had a diary as the only friend that would hold her whole story?

LIVING WITH THE MONSTER (Damien's POV) I sat in my corner office the next morning, staring at the newspaper headlines spread across my desk. Every major paper in the city was running the same story, with slight variations in wording but the same basic narrative. "BLACKWOOD MATRIARCH SAVES WOMAN FROM DERANGED STALKER" "ELEANOR BLACKWOOD: HERO OR GRANDMOTHER?" "FROM VICTIM TO SAVIOR: HOW ONE WOMAN'S COURAGE STOPPED A KILLER"

The layout looked exactly the same as it did when we were pups, but a heavy, foul stench of old urine and stale sickness hung thick in the air, choking out the scent of pine. "O-okay," Carol whispered. The worry on her face had turned into pure, unadulterated fear. She turned on her heel and led me straight into the wide sitting room. My heart took a sudden, painful dip in my chest. Sitting right in the center of the floorboards was Mother Blackmaw, strapped into a massive, automated silver wheelchair. She looked so incredibly thin and fragile, her tiny body completely swallowed up by an oversized pink sleeping tunic. The beautiful, rich brown hair she used to display proudly was completely

Elena entered her room without knocking. "You bitch!" A dark and fuming mad Elena banged the door open. "What the heck is your problem?" she burst out angrily. "Ugly witch, an evil villain, is that what you call me you stupid dumb ass? You are a real bitch!" Being stunned with her revelation, she felt aghast when she saw Elena clinging to her precious diary. Sudden coldness and different mixed emotions rushed into her. Anxiety and greatest fear struck her. Her ultimate secret has finally been revealed. She can't able to speak any words, seems like she had swallowed her tongue at the moment. But how does Elena had her diary?

“I’ve been digging into the voice recordings from the blackmailer.” That got my attention fast. “And?” “I managed to clean up the audio. It’s clearer now.” “And?” “It’s a woman.” I blinked. “What?” “It’s a woman’s voice, Louis. The blackmailer… it’s not a man.” My heart skipped. A woman? That changed everything. My thoughts immediately raced who could it be? Who had a grudge strong enough to ruin me from the shadows? Someone close? Someone I trusted? Suddenly, my entire world felt even more fragile than before.

Whoever that lady was,she seemed to be an important person around here, to make Sophia this uncomfortable. Amaya nodded and made her way to the door. She took a deep breath before turning the door knob. She met the lady already at a distance,and she ran after her. "Thought you were gonna stay in there forever" the lady said without looking back. Amaya bit the insides of her mouth to stop herself from replying back. This woman was one proud and arrogant peacock. "Her night was terrible,as she couldn't sleep well. But couldn't her morning start normally?" she wondered in frustration.

Rolling my eyes, I walk in, and the woman glances at me. "Name?" She asks. "Bunny Wild," I reply and she sighs. "You're here to see Mr Holloway, yes?" she asks, and I nod because I don't know who the hell I am here to see. "Good, now your name, please?" she asks. "I said, Bunny Wild," is she deaf? "Your real name, I need your real name," she insists. "That's not happening," I reply. I don't give out my real name on jobs.

Now that Chantelle was working under him, Derek would have less reasons to come back home. A tear slid down her face, she was losing him to her right before her eyes and there was nothing she could do. Wiping away her tears, she stepped into the shower, “Get it together Leah,” she whispered to herself, took a quick bath, and changed into something comfortable for the night. **** The door swung open and Valerie walked in. She had always been Leah’s doctor and good friend since she got married to Derek. “How are you doing today, Leah?” She asked with a soft smile, approaching her.