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Today is 23/9/2024. I know it's been long since my diary has been updated. But I had to record this important landmark of my life, and I thought I couldn't tell anyone than to save it in my diary. So diary, this a brief story of how I became gay that I haven't recorded here. It happen only a few months ago so I’m still trying to get use to being attracted to dicks and balls. But one thing is for sure, that I guess I have talked about before which — I love cocks. Up until I moved to Springfield, I have always had women and never thought I would turn to the other side.

There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year. Social media accounts: Watpadd: swordofwhisper Dreame: sword of whisper Goodnovel: Marjo Ryna You can also message me at marjorhinah442@gmail.com for any inquiries. Thank you.

7 - You Filthy Little Girl Ivy “W-what?” Aiden placed the diary on the coffee table between us, including the ruffled pages all straightened out. I looked at the leather-bound diary and those pages with wide eyes. He knows. He read it. He read how I fantasize about him. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deep.

Everything that she hadn't told me or she couldn't have the chance to show. I sat on the bed beside her and opened it. I wasn't ready actually for what I saw. The first page had her name, written in a toddler's handwriting with crayons. Undoubtedly, she wrote it. The diary itself looked so old. The first few pages were filled with her childish demands like "Why do we need to study?" "I hate school" "The math teacher is a witch" "The principal is also a witch. She scolded me because I broke that stupid girl's nose. She was bullying me. I want to break her legs too"

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,"

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.

I'm not fat actually ( you should also know this since you've seen my pictures before). Speaking of...when am I going to see one of yours? It's not exactly fair that I have not the slightest clue as to what you look like, at least. I still think you're an old psycho, but that happens a few times, and that's when I start over thinking P.S, you wouldn't want to see me overthink, really. I'm literally a character from these adolescent novels like "diary of a wimpy kid" or "dork diaries."

She gnaws on her cheek. I watch her intently wondering what the hell she's on about and what any of this has to do with me. "He used to make me sleep with a small brown teddy bear when I'd stay over and beg me to dress in boys race car designed pyjamas." "Okay..... " My heart starts to slow down as my breathing begins to pick up. "The thing with Jimmy is he would constantly have a wandering eye while we were out in public. I use to catch him gazing at boys who were between the ages of four and eight " Her eyes began to water and her bottom lip was already trembling.

Right here on this lovely platform. I will admit, this one is not as, how to put it? Sweet as Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate. Be warned, this story is far darker. Updates will resume shortly.

It changed daily, but W-17-D listened nonetheless because it was something to do. W-18-D was quiet today. W-17-D assumed that he was in for weekly experiments. Everyone was always quiet afterward for a few days. The experiments were painful, they needed to let their bodies adjust. He left his neighbor be and instead attempted to read Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief for the umpteenth time. W-17-D had read it so many times, he could probably recite it, word for word. He needed to put in a request for more reading material.