Diary Of The Oxygen Theif Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, I grabbed the most eye-catching photo frame and smashed it to the ground. To my surprise, a hidden compartment lay behind it. Inside, a small wooden box sat neatly in place. I stared at it for a long moment before opening it. Inside was a medical report and an old diary, its pages yellowed with age. The report listed my personal info, my blood type bolded like it was the only thing that mattered. I flipped through the diary, watching the handwriting evolve from messy scrawls to steady, confident strokes.

He twirled the pen a few times before the lock fell to the floor. “See, that's easy.” Daley handed me the diary. As I opened this diary, I was secretly glad he didn't notice that I was checking his phone. When I opened it, however, the pages were hollowed out and a small tape lay in the centre. Besides, there isn't even a word in the diary. “It's an old-fashioned tape,” Daley said, staring at the tape. “You need a special player to play it.” “Where can I find this kind of player?” I was under the impression that only the old-fashioned stereo shops sold this kind of tape, but it's hard to find it on the street now, let alone a player.

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

He mused. It was understandable that it might belong to Zoriana, Liam's girlfriend. But what Owen couldn't understand was how it happened to be in Liam's custody, afterall people keep diaries for their own personal interest, to keep their secrets and he didn't think Zori would keep a diary if she had wanted the world to know what's in it. Not restraining himself any longer, he flip over to the next page and while reading through, he got stunned on discovering its content. DEAR Future Husband,

There was a small popping noise, and the diary suddenly snapped open. “April 5, 368 AI,” a cool, female voice murmured and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The diary was floating in front of Jester, the pages turning along with the voice as if there was actually someone who was reading the entries aloud. Now, I am not someone who spooks easy, but I got shivers imagining that the ghost of the previous owner—instead of a spell, as Jester soon explained—was doing that.

Hence where Tommy got the idea of blindness, bedridden and monster was puzzling to Alexis. “I am going to ask him when he turns to a great liar.” Alexis said to herself. “Austria1507” Alexis was stunned. “What are you saying?” “The password for the diary is Austria1507.” The secretary said screaming, and immediately she turned pale. “Just please, don’t make me a monster, release me please.” Alexis sneered. “Wow! That was quick.” Immediately she stood up and she remover her needle, she return them back to her wrist, then she turn to go, but she turn around and she said.

I was an ugly outcast who did not fit in, death was the only way out for there was no use for me in this world. With more tears of anguish trailing down my face, I closed my eyes. Knowing that soon I would plunge and drown into this humongous ocean river, ending my life. Releasing one last terrified breath, I jumped and fell. Suddenly a gentle loving voice started speaking from nowhere. It was everywhere and ringing in my ears. Before I formed you in the womb Olivia Phillips, I knew you. Before you were born, I set you apart; I created your inmost being and knit you together in your mother`s womb.

The tension in the air was palpable as they sat at a corner table, the diary tucked safely in Elara’s bag. “You said you found something important,” Claire said, her eyes sharp as she looked between Elara and Lucan. “Something that could finally take Cassia down.” Elara nodded, pulling the diary from her bag and placing it on the table. “This is Cassia’s diary. It has everything—her plans, her lies, the ways she manipulated everyone around her. It’s all in here.” Claire’s eyes widened as she reached for the diary, flipping through the pages. Her expression shifted from shock to anger as she read the entries, her hands trembling slightly as she took in the extent of Cassia’s manipulation.

Terrifyingly, horribly awake. I stepped closer despite myself, my feet moving against every instinct to run. My mouth hung open as I took in the details—each photo was of me. Not just one, not just a handful. Me, in dozens of places, dozens of moments. Old photos, some faded with time, dating back six years. And new ones—chillingly recent, one from just last week. The arrangement was methodical, precise. From floor to ceiling, pinned in perfect rows, each picture dated in small handwriting at the top corner. It was not random obsession—it was a diary. My diary. My life, stolen and catalogued without my consent.

Meh, right? Then there was the diary. Meg’s diary. I’d found it by accident one day while cleaning. I didn’t read much, just a few lines, but they’ve stuck with me. She wrote about pain, about betrayal, about things that didn’t make sense at the time. She talked about how she wished she could just end her miserable omega existence and how she missed her best friend Jax and her world, Red was too weak.