Diary Of The Oxygen Theif Novels & Stories

Her crazy senses were activated and she immediately removed the frame from the wall. Her instincts weren't bad. There was a locker behind the chassis. She tried to get into the locker, but she didn't make it. She thought it over and placed Hea's date of birth as a password. Fortunately, that worked and the locker opened. She saw a blue diary in front of her and other documentation. She swiftly took the diary and opened it. She took pictures of the pages and hid the diary beneath her blazer. She locked the locker again and put the frame back as it is.

I found a few notes of cash so I took out a few notes from that drawer. When I was getting money from the drawer something fell on the ground. I bent down and picked up the book from the ground. I saw that it was a diary. I opened the diary. On the first page, it was written that it solely belongs to Aaron Malhotra. Whoever reads this diary without its owner's permission will face severe consequences... I kept the diary on the bed and gave money to the maid. I told her to bring me 2-3 packets of sanitary pads.

With trembling hands, I approached it, my fingers brushing against the rough wood. With a creak, I lifted the lid, revealing a treasure trove of forgotten memories. Among the yellowed pages and faded photographs, my gaze landed on a leather-bound diary. It was weathered with time, its once vibrant cover now worn and aged. I knew instinctively that this diary held the answers we had been searching for.

Gavin was off to the side flipping through a dusty book of old wolf totems when I saw it. My gaze landed on a small wooden chest. It was tucked behind a fallen box of training manuals. Unmarked, old, and carved into the front, barely visible beneath the dust, was a crescent moon etched into the wood. It looked more decorative than symbolic but it still made my fingers pause. The lock wasn’t sealed. It broke open too easily, with just the pressure of my thumb. That’s what unsettled me first. Someone wanted this found. Inside, folded between sheets of velvet and old perfume papers, was a diary.

Second page had another small nore ," Hey dear diary , you know what I am really lazy but i still wanted to wrie down some important things and moments i wanna remeber so i am not gonna talk to you daily . I will talk to you only when i have beans to spill . Otherwise my life is boring you won't be interested at all ,Don't mind . Cynthia smiled reading the note she suspected whoever this Natasha is she is really kinda funny . Cynthia then turned to page 3 , there was still no daily update it was another small note actually kinda big . "Okay I was just about to pack you up , but then I thought I should introduce you to myself . My name is Natasha warraich . I know you saw it on the first pag

He three his phone on her lap. His hand roamed around the car as his eyes were carefully focused on the wall. They were not so wide and it was a town people did not visit often so crashing into something in that place was definitely not going to help. He opened a box he found besides him and searched if there was any Advil. To his dismay, it was full of things that felt like napkins. ‘Sh*t, it’s the tissue box.’ He thought to himself. “What’s the p-password?” She breathed out forcefully as she shifted in her seat.

“You’ll come back, right? Fia?” He lay down on the bed and sniffed at Fia’s scent, and he held the blanket tightly. Suddenly, he touched something hard inside the blanket. He unzipped it and took it out. It was a diary. A very thick diary. He flipped it open and looked at the graceful handwriting on it. Fia Lawson. It was Fia’s diary. The diary was a bit yellow, showing how old it was. He looked at the date written at the top on the second page. It was many years ago when Fia was in her fifth grade.

he said, standing up. My eyes fell upon something which was written on the last page of the diary. It felt more like a puzzle, and it was so familiar to me although I couldn’t remember how to solve it. I stood up hastily to show it to Xavier in case it was a clue or something, but just then, someone bumped into me. I looked up to see that it was a fair maiden who had been carrying a tray containing two glasses of water that had bumped into me, and to my horror, the water spilled over and completely soaked the book while the glasses fell to the floor, scattering into pieces.

I had my journal in my hand, somehow I felt a new need to hold on to it everywhere I went. I was with Damien, though I was bruised all over, it was easy to hide the pain. Besides, I was used to being flogged. We were talking about something that made me laugh so hard. It was actually a comedy skit we watched. I almost lost balance, my journal scattered on the ground. I was embarrassed, more embarrassed because the name "Annabelle Steele" was written boldly on its front page.

I walk to the door to check if it's locked. After checking it twice, I move to the window and lock it before losing the curtains. I look around to see if everything is set. And yes, we are good to read! I run to the cupboard and take the diary out. This diary smells like old times. I brush it a few times while walking to my bed. I lay in the most comfortable reading position I can find before opening the diary. 'Rily Dencer.' I turn the page and see a picture of a young girl. The picture has become yellow because of time maybe but still can't hide the beautiful lady beneath it.