My Mad Fat Diary Book Novels & Stories

Now she had to spend two hours in the same peace. The bus hostess smiled and pointed to the empty seat. Passing between the seats on either side, she reached her desired seat. Her seat was by the window. And someone, who was sitting in the first seat, had his face hidden behind the book. He was wearing a light gray T-shirt and blue jeans. He was completely unaware of the world around him. "The Enemy With John Ventry" had written on the cover of book. Whatever he had was lost in the book when she approached it.

I shook my head, "No, whatever you find out, tell me everything. I want results, and I want leads." Madman laughed, "Okay, interesting." After that, Madman rolled the book into a ball and used it to knock Big Man, who was doing push-ups underneath him, "Don't just listen to us, move, Bitch." Big Man said, "I'm not eavesdropping, I just forgot how many push-ups I've done." Madman sat firmly on Big Man's back and opened the book while saying, "Just did the 69th one, come on, 100 to finish."

Being the socially awkward kid in a new, big, flashy rich kid school where I felt like an imposter, I was grateful. "Blair." She gave me a look. "I'm not blind. You and Mr. Diablos—sorry, your stepbrother—were basically having a completely different conversation than the rest of us. So spill." "There's nothing to spill," I insisted. "We just... disagree about literature." "Right. And I'm the Queen of Scott." Madison rolled her eyes. "Come on, I'm your friend. You can tell me." But I couldn't tell her. How could I explain something that looked so wrong?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I take a deep breath after turning the car off in front of Aida's apartment, relishing the peace and calm around me, a satisfied smile curling my lips. Who knew taking a day off for once would be this exhilarating? Exhaling, I pick up my bag, ready to surprise my best friend, when my phone buzzes the third time this morning. I glance at the screen. 'Mad man' sprawls across the screen— a name worthy of the disgusting boss I'm forced to work with. An involuntary 'hmmph' escapes my lips as I stab the power button. I'm not gonna deal with you today, satan.

Madelaine Everyone knew the story of the Mad Doctor. At least, I heard it from my mom. He was adopted by a wealthy couple who tried but couldn’t have kids, both surgeons, when he was four years old. People said he was a weird little kid, but the surgeons were private about their lives. When he was eleven, Ben killed both his parents and was arrested. To this day, no one knew why, because he went mute the moment the handcuffs clicked shut. His uncle, Mark Cavanagh—a rumored psychopath and Mafia Don—pled insanity for him. Instead of jail, Ben went to rehab.

"Peanuts... You put peanut butter in the cake..." Felix asked in disbelief, "You know Maeve is allergic to peanuts, yet you deliberately added peanuts to the cake. Do you want to kill her?" Jasper looked at me as if he wanted to kill me. "What? How could I have such a vicious mother? Ms. Leighton likes you. We even asked you to make a cake and deliver it here, but you want to hurt her! If something happens to Ms. Leighton, I'll never call you 'Mom' again!"

There where now books with titles such as The Witch Within You, Herbs and Pentagrams, Spells and the Sabbaths, True Magic in the World. Maddie had never noticed that there were so many books on that subject. She was shocked when Omem suddenly stood in front of her. ‘Are you coming, child? Lunch is ready.’ Maddie nodded and left the library.

"Everyone felt it. The calm before the storm." It's been a few weeks since Dario decided to take Madie in. And in those weeks, they spent the time to get to know each other. They go out on a date, they set some rules, punishments, and rewards, had fun outside and played. There were many things that they did together. Dario found out more about Madie. She can't sleep with the lights on and without Ellie by her side. She preferred runny eggs than cooked, and she always needs dessert after every meal. She likes ice cream, but she loved cake more.

"How've you been lately, Madelyn? Last time Zach and I went to the hospital to see you, the doctor said you'd left. We planned to visit you at the Arnold residence, but we never found the time. I'm sorry." Without lifting her head, Madelyn turned a page and said, "I'm fine. You and Zach don't need to worry about me." Jadie looked at the book in Madelyn's hands, filled with Etlinish text. "What book are you reading?" "War and Peace." "It's not the right time to read these books. You haven't been back to school for several days, so I took notes for you. You can have them to review," Jadie said, not being able to help but worry for her.

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Mac's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it. Dear Diary It's been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck before leaving school.