Novel & Cerita Diary Of The Oxygen Theif

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?”

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....

I picked it up and looked at it for some seconds before opening it The front was blank but when I opened it I read. "My personal book" was handwritten and it was Diego's handwriting. So Diego has a diary. I picked the diary up. I really wanted to take it with me but I'm sure he'll notice it's gone. How did hell am I going to read through the book and get to the bottom of this Taking my phone I quickly began snapping it. Yeah I know it's stupid but it's worth it

UNKNOWN DIARYYY, Just her mere presence in my vicinity, and I can already feel myself becoming strongerrr. I saw her naked body today, Diary… she was taking a shower, wanted to get rid of all the dirt she had on her from packing or so she said. I could see her through the walls, Diary —lots of demons like me do this to unsuspecting girls all over the world who manage to catch our attention, you know? — And you have no idea how I wished she could sense my presence, but I’m not that strong yet!

I run my hand through my hair and sigh. "0414, it's the date when he lost his virginity." She nods, rushing to my side, punching in the code. I hear it unlock and she turns the handle. "Bingo!" She chuckles. "There's gotta be at least $20k in here." She starts to fill her pockets with money. I exit the office, walk to the changing room, locking myself in the toilet. A sob escapes my lips, and I cover my mouth with my hands to muffle my screams.

He was surprised when Trisha; like an hypnotized being, walked to the inscription, placed a few fingers on the engraved writing and said; “Francis was a wizard. One of the smartest students to have ever passed through this school. At least he was, until something dreadful happened to him and two others. He —” “How do you know him?” Wilkes asked, his flashlight's white beam landing on Trisha whose fingers were tracing the words carved on the cavern's wall. “... In the Library, there's a book; his book. I don't know how it got there as it is his personal diary—not a gazette. Just a frayed, mangy and moth-eaten book with its pages sticking out like the shaggy hair of a lunatic, that has managed

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.

Enjoy the journey ............. Emily POv : I was rearranging my cupboard, sorting through the piles of clothes and forgotten items, my fingers brushed against something unexpected—a diary. My diary. I paused, feeling a rush of memories flood back at the sight of the worn, weathered cover. It had been so long since I last laid eyes on it, tucked away amidst the clutter of my belongings. With curiosity, I retrieved the diary from its hiding place, feeling the weight of years past in my hands. As I flipped through its pages, the familiar scrawl of my own handwriting greeted me, each entry a window into moments long gone but not forgotten.

◆◆◆ 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.”

🖱️Victor🖱️ The diary sat in my hand like it was alive, breathing, watching me, judging me, and the blue fire wrapped around my fingers didn’t burn anymore, it just existed like it belonged there, like it had always been waiting for me to notice it. I stared at it for a long time, longer than I should have, my thoughts drifting somewhere I had been trying very hard not to go. Jayden.