Diary Of The Oxygen Theif Novels & Stories

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

I needed to see Mikey, so I told Chuks to drive over to my school at Taiwo Avenue. The cabin was starting to kill me, it was empty and Kaz and his guys did not return. I kept thinking about how to do what I had to do throughout the night, rolling in my not-so-comfortable bed. The man was a corrupt politician, he was responsible for the misery of a lot of people. I said all these things in my mind to justify what I was about to do, it never really got old, trying to rationalize taking a person's life, no matter how much they deserved it. For someone who committed a lot of murders in his life, I really could not get past the guilt, it's a sort of punishment I placed upon myself. After a while,

Grace- I went inside my room; I know I’m hoping groundlessly however I still opened my wardrobe to see dresses aligned, coded by colors. Of course, the money isn’t there… nonetheless I rummaged through the clothes and found nothing. I sat down on my bed sighing at my foolishness. And then… my eyes landed on a diary, with a huge ‘Stefan’s high’ written on it. I stood up and grabbed it instantly. What is my diary doing here? P---Phoenix… is he here? I heard a knock on my window, I was not wrong. I rushed to lock the main door as Phoenix entered inside my room.

I had forgotten all about that book, it had fallen out yesterday night from the top of Phobos's cupboard when I had mopped his chamber floors but I had no time to look into its contents so I thrust it into the box hoping to be able to read it later. I lift my hand to him indirectly demanding for it and he directly gives it to me. A deep inward breath I take in as my heart pounds vigorously in suspicion of what I might see. I know it is wrong of me to wish to invade his privacy this way but this is the diary I was determined to steal when I was eight. The pad of my thumb tenderly skims across the leather covering as memories of our childhood ignite to life within my mind.

I can only conclude because this is not written in the diary either. "Does Duna actually know what a diary is?" I complained. After storing the ID Card and mercenary ID in the drawer, I took some packets of cookies from the cupboard and read the diary again. If I look again, the first few pages have been torn. Maybe Duna used to write a diary, but suddenly made this book into a notebook. Starting from the Xenobeast category, mercenary system, base system, to how to use guns and laser swords. January 27, 3043

June 13,2024 Dear Reader, If you’ve found this diary, then fate has strange plans for you. This isn’t a story of heroes, or even of the living. What you’re about to read isn’t fiction — not entirely. These pages carry the weight of things unseen, unheard, and often misunderstood. So before you turn another page, ask yourself: Are you ready to see the world through the eyes of someone who walks among both the living and the dead? If not, close this now.

Fife said. Rason glared at him and he promptly kept quiet. Rason cleared his throat and started to read. "First diary entry I met the most beautiful woman in the woods today. She seemed scared as if she was running away from something, I offered to help but she ran away and wouldn't talk to me. I think I will go back to the woods tomorrow and see if she is still there" "Who do you think this diary belongs to?" Alistair asked. "Maybe it belongs to one of the prisoners that were thrown in the pit," Gemini suggested.

"Jacob, I know you. You are a traitor. You and Arthuro are the same. He thought of only one solution for everything. To stop his punishment. The flash drive that Arthuro is holding now. That flash drive contains many files. Everything, a small flash drive, is equal to all the chaos in Anastashia's family, in the secret world, in wealth, in lies, in murder, and in the mafia world. She wiped her tears. She went to a diary app. She was even surprised why Owen had such a thing. Her son also likes to write. Owen really got more of Arthuro's genes. Arthuro is also a writer. The diary app has no password. She looked at the door. She stood up and closed it. "What is Owen writing here?" she asked her