Novel & Cerita Dirty Diaries

she whispered, shoulders hunching up around her ears. Julius was rambling about something, but I wasn’t hearing him anymore. I was too focused on the bright pink blush spreading across Allie’s cheeks as she stared at whatever book had caused her reaction. She slowly turned it around so I could see the cover. Ah. Fuck. Milkmaid Diaries: A Dutch Pornstar’s Autobiography. The cover featured exactly what you’d expect from that title – graphic close-ups that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Nothing like accidentally discovering a chronicle of explicit selfies to drive home the point that this was definitely not the cozy library experience she’d been hoping for.

, Landon asked. I chuckled, "One thing about Sebastian Greenwood, is that he has no dirty linen, his pants are always clean, so good luck looking for nothing ", I said and then walked out of the office after giving him a victory smirk. The only dirty linen I have was standing right in front of my office. Asher Peterson "

Alex felt the hot trickle start immediately, thick and obscene down his inner thigh. Damian stepped back half a step. Watched. His breathing was still ragged. Then two fingers slid back in—easy now, slick with come and lube—pushing everything that tried to leak back inside. Alex shuddered, oversensitive, hips twitching. Damian leaned over him, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Clean yourself up,” he said, voice low and wrecked. “Don’t let it drip on my floor.” He pulled his fingers free, wiped them carelessly on Alex’s ruined shirt, then stepped away. Zipped himself up. Straightened his tie. Walked to the window like he hadn’t just fucked his assistant raw over client proposals.

It was bookended by a yellow page like the others inside the journal. I fanned the pages, coughing as more dust was kicked up. There were scribbles and diagrams and notes all over the pages. Most weren’t written in neat, orderly lines, but rather strewn about in a leaded mess. It looked like the work of a mad scientist who never had a coherent thought in his life. There were a few pages with long diary-like entries, mostly just about apples trees and traveling abroad. I shook my head at what was supposedly Dudley’s coveted journal. The object that was supposed to reveal my purpose here, my instructions to receive his inheritance.

The house itself was a dark sinister colour and it didn't help that it was pitch black outside! There were two doors with no door knobs.. Dylan pushed one of them slightly with his finger.It creaked as it opened. Dylan brushed the dust off his hands and walked inside the room. It seemed to be a child's bedroom. The old wallpaper was torn,the bed was upside down ,toys eveywhere on the ground. He the got out of the room and went to the other room.The door was already half-opened by the wind,with a squeak.He stepped in and looked everywhere.There was an old suitcase ,and clothes spread everywhere on the ground..There was an old child bed herevalso,but half burnt,and there was an old bookshelf w

Naomi’s. My gut tightened. If it was here, she wasn’t. That meant trouble. I grabbed it, shoved it into my pocket, eyes already scanning the room for anything else useful. Then I spotted a leather-bound diary tossed on the bed. Maria’s handwriting carved across the cover in firm strokes. I flipped it open without thinking. Pages crammed with her thoughts, sharp and unfiltered: Pages filled with her thoughts. Words about me. "Darian’s eyes cut through me, making me feel alive."

I felt dirty and I guess I will have to deal with this, and try to clear off my fuggy mind. ****** Two weeks later I have avoided Jamaal for weeks now, I just didn't want to see him face to face. I think it is better this way. At times I wish he was not the same person as mystery man. I walked down the hall way quietly. "Olivia Keller," I looked up to find Jordyn right in front of me. I rolled my eyes. "What do you want Jordyn Winters?" I asked. "Did you read the diary I gave you? Jordan's diary? " She asked. I scoffed loudly. I wonder if there was a reason why she really wanted me to read that diary

I waited till he was out before sneaking out of my room. I went straight to his room to search for Harper’s diary. I pulled open the lockers and the closet, yet the little book didn’t show its face. “Where the heck is it?” I grunted, slamming the closet door. I moved back to the bed and raised the pillows only to find a small pink diary under it. A broad grin appeared on my face. Finally. I snatched it from the bed and flipped through the pages. I found her list of contacts, but that was less important than what I saw next. My eyes popped out of their sockets. My mouth dropped open. How possible is this? I quickly took pictures of the contact page and the new information page.

A message from him. I hesitated, quickly scanning the room to make sure no one was watching me too closely. My fingers shook as I unlocked the screen. Fuckkkk… My stomach dropped, my pulse spiking as I saw it… another dick photo, this time not a “view once.” Before I could process, another message came: “I want you. I’m going to the bathroom. Can’t wait…”

"Are you out of your mind? Madison's just a college girl who hasn't even graduated. You seriously went after her online? What is wrong with you? Are you trying to make sure I never take you back? "How many times do I have to say it? Madison and I grew up together; we're like siblings. We might not be related, but we're closer than family. So don't go polluting that with your dirty imagination. I get it—you're an orphan, so you wouldn't understand what family means." This was the same man I shared a bed with not long ago. Now, he was tearing me down for someone else. I thought I couldn't feel anything anymore—until he said that. And it hit me hard.