Diary Of Black Mad Woman Novels & Stories

She wasn't prepared for his blunt remark, the unexpected sharpness of his words. "For a woman, I must say that you have a bitter taste," Nyx continued, his voice low and menacing. "And it seems that your taste in books is equally bitter," he added, his eyes shifting to the copy of "Crime and Punishment" that lay on her desk. "it looked like you brought ages ago as if it was your mother's." Nyx voiced gain making her face sad for a second, it was her mother's. Nyx was not a dump man to not notice the old print book, he knew the book as much as he knew about the writer. Athena felt a surge of unease and vulnerability wash over her.

Like, yes I’m mad about what they just did but I can’t just leave the house? Where am I gonna go? I don’t have a place to stay. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much? She won't drive me away from the house, right? She opened my door harshly and looked at me with madness in her eyes. “M-mom,” I said in a small voice. She is still staring at me sharply. Like a lion looking at its prey. Mom is really scary when mad. “M-mom, you can’t expect me to just accept your decisions especially that my future is at stake.” I reasoned out. I didn’t mean to shout at them. To argue with them, I was just blinded by my feelings that is full of hatred.

He would ask questions and with the look on her face, I’d say she knew there was something between me and Adam. “Hello?” The woman laughed. “That's all you have to say to me, you slut? Trust me, the only reason you're still standing here at all is Because Adam keeps trying to protect you. He never learns, does he?” “I… I don't understand,"I mumbled, looking over my shoulder. “Checking if your husband is closer?” The woman taunted, making me gasp. “How did you-” “How did I know?” She laughed, tossing her hair around as she did. “I am Madeline Black honey, I know everything. Especially when there's a married little slut trying to steal my man. I have to know about it, don't I?”

His cock was still heavy, glossy with me, tenting the fabric slightly as he crossed to the door. I scrambled under the covers, yanking the sheet up to my chin, trying to look like I’d simply fallen asleep in his bed instead of being thoroughly fucked into it. My blouse was somewhere on the floor. My bra was still unhooked and hanging open. My pants and soaked underwear were downstairs in the kitchen. I was naked, marked, and dripping. Damien cracked the door just enough to lean out, body blocking any view of the bed. “Lila, sweetheart. It’s late.”

I was in no doubt that she was going to get it done. After I was escorted to the car, I happened to miss the flavor of the wine she had served me. It lingered in my heart for so long, that I went back to request for a jar. The crooked door was half open. Madame Pythia’s soft sniffles was heard from the room. What could have made her cry? She cleaned her face with the hem of her dress and lifted the letter to the air. Then, the unimaginable happened. I watched the white in her eye suddenly overshadowed by black, in such a way that her entire eyes were jet black. Gasping for air, I gripped my mouth. Black magic! Madame Pythia was practicing black magic!

Carson quickly tries to help wipe me off. “What the hell was that?” Carson demands. “It’s what she deserves—” The lady snapped. Her friend looks equally annoyed at me but holds her friend back, “my husband had a baby with his mistress too. I wish someone had supported me!” “Everyone has seen that video of her breaking into Tom Hayden’s wife’s house and taunting her with her pregnancy.” The other woman says. She looks at me and snaps, “shame on you.” People around us gossip and whisper. People pull out their phones to check on this news, more and more gasping.

Asshole. The black mist pulls us to an old, old woman. I mean, like she looks like a freaking mummy out of its wrappings. Her skin is papery and thin, looking aged and sallow. She doesn’t have a single strand of hair on her head and her eyes are sunken deep into her skull, glittering and black. It’s amazing that she’s able to stand, let alone put forth the amount of magic that she is currently. When she speaks, her voice sounds like dry skin rubbing against itself, a dull, rasping, and lifeless sound. “Ah. At last, we’ve found you. The Red One will be so happy.”

I saw a black diary. Don't touch it... don't touch it... I opened it ignoring the voice of my conscious. It was an old diary... I started flipping its pages. A photo fell from the diary. I stared at the photo.. God knows how long. It was s picture of a beautiful woman. I guessed it was her mom as their features were the same. Her head was covered with a peach color scarf and her lips had the most beautiful smile. Daniyal was a carbon copy of his mom...except he had black eyes like me and his mom had honey-brown eyes.

Julian Hart had me move into his basement so he could trample on my dignity whenever he pleased. What he didn’t know was that I had transmigrated from the real world into the novel. When Julian insulted me, I endured it without talking back. When he slapped me, I licked his palm. When his first love stepped on me with her high heel to assert her dominance, I told her that the scent of her perfume reached me before the pain did. A year later, Julian was so disgusted by me that he almost knelt down and begged me to keep my distance from them. But there was no way I was leaving. I hadn’t come to tear them apart. I had come to join them.

Like a flood parted into two equal parts by a man holding a divine stick. And then one afternoon when she got tired and could no longer think again, she received a strange message from a woman who had wanted to talk to her. The woman was blind but she could walk almost as perfect as someone who could see clearly. She offered her a seat as she imagined a compact array of bright lights with white faces following the blind woman from behind. Of course, there was no lights. Just the smiling face of Betty Petersen as she introduced herself as a Canadian and a long time friend of James Blackwheel. At first, Maria thought she was joking when she said she was a long time friend of her ancestral fath