Novel & Cerita Diaryofawimpykid Books

“Oh, you guys are not going to believe this. Our little spy is a massive freak.” I adjusted my posture, holding the diary up to the ambient light of the limo. “‘If he pushed me against the bookshelves, I wouldn’t even fight back,’” I read, my voice dripping with dark amusement. “‘I want him to take control. I want him to rip this stupid sweater off me. I can practically feel his hands gripping my thighs, bruising my skin, pushing his huge dick inside my tight and wet aching pussy while he whispers my name…’”

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

Honey When I woke up this morning, it was just a normal day. Take a shower, eat breakfast, go to school. I helped mom get Brody ready and I dropped him on my way. He doesn’t need much help, he’s nine. He didn’t ride the bus because of the special project he took to school today. Mom went the opposite direction to her job. Simple and ordinary. No weird BDSM club on the horizon, oh wait, yes there was, I just didn’t know it yet.

Or maybe she did not hear. No. It always happened that way. So I'm sure she must have been doing it on purpose. Only I don't know the reason for that. And the silence? You know, parents' silence usually means they are angry or disappointed in you or both. But not my mom's. "Diary of An Hybrid Girl. It's really interesting" I would smile and wave my hands excitedly, in order to hide my lie. Actually, it was 'Adventures of the Omegas', a book about aliens, and mostly werewolves. Mike knew so much about them and read the books to me

Mia's POV I lock up the door of this old, abandoned house. Running for days because of the zombie outbreak. I find a room with bars on the windows. It looks safe, but then I hear a noise. Zeke stumbles in from the closet. He was bitten last week. His skin is gray and peeling; pus leaks from sores on his arms. He smells of rotten meat and shit. His eyes are milky white. He groans low. I retreat backward, holding my heart because it's pounding. I grab my knife but he's quick.

Dear Diary, Let me introduce myself to you. I'm Alex. I'm 11-year-old. I'm sorry if you find me awkwardly just like everyone. I can't help it but I hope you'll listen. One of a kid here told me that you can be my best friend. She said you won't get irritated and will listen to all of my worries. I'm still not comfortable here. It's been a month when Sophie found me and brought me here. I have so much to talk, to say it out but I don't know where to start, I'm angry, I'm sad, I'm alone and I don't know what will happen now.

A water bottle, a pair of children's glasses, and the rest were all colorful novels! She casually skimmed through them and almost choked on her saliva. "CEO's Pursuit of Wife Hustle," "Thirty-Six Techniques for Chasing Wives," "Demon Campus Hunk's Guide to Flirting," "Campus Hunk's Love Lessons"... Diana: ... What on earth are these trashy things! She looked at the little kid in front of her with a pained expression on her face. The young boy stared at her with his big, inky eyes, fully focused.

Nick picked up a blue diary. He desperately opened it and turned to the first page. That wasn’t it. Nick tossed it aside and found the black journal. He turned to the first page. He exhaled when he realized that it was a continuation of the red one he had read. Nick sat Indian style and zoomed in on the entry.

I would read them every night and come back for more when I was done with the pile. I stopped when I got to one of my diaries. I picked it, my hand trembling and at that moment I was no longer Reign Abbot, I was just a little girl, trembling on the floor, wondering if my mother would love me more if I was slimmer. I threw the diary inside the box and slammed it shut, pushing it away like it was poison. It was crazy how healing works. One minute you think you are over it and stronger and the next minute, you are on the floor fighting a panic attack and feeling like you are still that weak child who would do anything to be loved.

I turned the first page and started reading it: "Dear diary, Hi... This is me Ivana. Ivana Williams, sixteen now. I bought you with the money I earned from the first ever salary I got in my life from tutions. You're not only a diary, but also now my friend after Miya. Miya is really very good friend of mine and she loves me a lot. You know what dear diary, she's been the pillar of my life now. I don't know how would I've survived here in the orphanage if she wasn't there for me. She knows me well, my past and my sorrows. I know she'll listen to me every night, every single moment to me if I ask her. But I don't want to disturb her. She's already done enough for me. So that is why I'm sharing