Diaryofawimpykid Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

I decided to write because something weird happened to me last week - until now actually - and I badly needed someone to confide in since I don't have any friends. You see, Diary, last week when I was heading home from school, I happened to pass by this dark alleyway by the Angel's boutique. What I saw there was a group of guys harassing this kid. They were circling him like sharks ready to take a bite at its prey. One of them pushed the boy threateningly and said something that I couldn't quite hear.

Please as you read, be careful, the chapter contains, ràpe, sexual abuse, suicide, depression, strong languages, sexual content. Vicky's Diary Hi, it's Vicky, Victoria Stevens...... you may have heard my name. This is the story of my life at Halloway high, sit back and relax cause this may or may not hurt you a lot. It's tough to take in.

Thank you. I would love to hear from you guys in the comments and reviews, please. Let me know what you think and help me to get better. Thank you. I also want you to know that, as this story draws to a close, I already have more titles in the Street Diaries series in the work. Yeah, it's gonna be a series. Love you all.

"We shouldn't have spoiled you so much! You're making noise the first thing in the morning! How am I supposed to go to work?" I felt something touch my forehead as Phoebe used a tissue to wipe the sweat from my brow. "I'm so jealous of Maisie. She has parents who love her this much. This is the first time anyone has ever treated my wounds. Mrs. Shaw, don't worry. I don't feel any pain." I smacked her hand away, snapping the cotton swab in two. My voice dropped, sharp and cold. "Why don't you feel pain?" Phoebe froze for a second, then broke into an innocent, childlike smile. She said sweetly, "Because I know magic that makes pain disappear."

Dear Diary, From the very first day I became a vampire, I hated my life and I always thought that God was punishing me for still choosing to work in the tavern even though he did not like it. I stayed in that empty cave alone with nowhere to go after leaving the town. During those lonely days it felt as if death would have been a better option, because there was nothing happy or interesting about life anymore. Until my sister, Dana found me. I call her my sister because from the very first day I met her, that is all she has been to me. She gave me a home with a nice big room, she gave me comfort, she gave me love, and she took me on so many wonderful adventures. It was on one of our adventur

She brought out the book and gave it to him. “Come with me now,” Grim said when he saw that it was his diary she was reading. In the diary, he had written things he would never say outside. Where he had written some secrets. And she had read most of it. She followed him quietly, fearing that the smallest calm could upset whatever control he had left. She had read about how he had killed people undeserving of death but now she was deserving. The book had contained secrets about his weakness and Grim didn't look like was going to allow her to walk away with such secrets. She had lived a troubled life but this was such a lame way to go.

I whispered, "It was... It belongs to someone very special, she's— not around right now," "I am sorry... Maybe I shouldn't—" "No, it's ok... Trust me," Slipping the elastic band down my wrist, I gathered my hair in my palms in a low ponytail, wrapping it around a few times to shorten the length. "If you see W.I.K.D" Al began to speak, lowering the hat on my head, tucking under whatever loose ends I missed, "Run." "I am not afraid of the wicked," "Wicked?" "Yea, pick that up from a friend,"

As bottle after bottle was forced down my throat, my body began to fail me. My kidney couldn’t handle it. My heartbeat turned erratic, my blood felt like it was boiling. Nausea churned in my stomach, pain ripping through every organ. Breathing became harder and harder—my body shutting down. I looked at James in despair. He just watched. Didn’t move. Didn’t care. A bitter smile curled my lips. James… seeing me suffer like this—does it make you happy? Does it make you feel better? And when you finally learn the truth… will you regret today?

I would be introducing another book here to this book, just a few chapters, if you're interested, read the book up. It's called; Dangerous Affairs with my body guard, also a BL book. The last chapter of this book; I know what you taste like will be at the end of this book. So if you're not interested in the new book I'm introducing you can skip to the last chapter. Thank you so much!

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.