My Mad Fat Diary Book Novels & Stories

A/N: Dear readers, just to tell you that this chapter has gay smut in it, so if you do not like it and can’t read it, please skip it to the next chapter. Some readers might find this offensive since I never added the LGBT tag to the book. I am sorry I didn’t, the book is on another path. Thanks ^_^ (Back to the book) Madison POV It was moment like these, I realized, that made all the long hours, all the sacrifice and work, worth it. Because in the end., it was all about saving lives.

Her gaze wandered across the wardrobe, the bookshelf, the photographs on the bedside table. Then… She stopped. Her eyes landed on the blue notebook resting on the neatly made bed. She frowned slightly. “What is this?” She walked over and picked it up. Her eyebrows lifted. “A diary?” A slow laugh escaped her lips. She turned the notebook over in her hands before shaking her head. “What does a fat girl know about keeping a diary? about being in love" She smirked to herself. “I didn’t know girls like her still wrote their feelings in books.”

The wind combed through the sycamore trees and made sounds that resembled the sounds of her turning pages in the library in her younger days. She placed the diary back in the tin box along with the employee badge she used during her time at Renault Corporation. Then, she buried everything again. “It's all in the past.” She murmured softly, unsure whether she was addressing her mother, the sycamore tree, or the girl in the past who buried her secrets. That evening, the financial news channel was rebroadcasting Arthur's interview. The reporter further enquired, “You talked about an ‘old friend’ of yours. Is this relevant to the name of the foundation by any chance? We looked at the project’s n

I felt my insides turn and tried as hard as I could to try to move my body, but nothing I did helped. “Strip!” Stan said to the girl as he moved his chair away from me and got out his phone recording. The young girl looked scared out of her mind and stripped until she was standing naked before me, “Good girl, now strip him”, Stan told her, The young girl with trembling hands began to remove my clothes. I was disgusted out of my mind, this was a young girl for heaven's sake. How could Stan stoop so low? I tried to plead with the girl using my eyes, but she didn't seem to notice or care. I could tell she was probably used to this and felt nauseous out of nowhere.

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.

I tell Madi. She looks around, I groan. We remembered everything else except for props. “I left it somewhere, I can’t remember, let’s forget the book.” She says, I can see she is flustered. The great Madison Lane has forgotten something, she doesn’t like it. I make a note to remember she doesn’t like failing at something.

“Hello, I’m Mariana, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please don’t be mad at Marylin, she’s been nothing but an angel to me, if it weren’t for her, I’m not sure I would have been able to return home.” “No problem,” Dana said. “I can never be mad at her for helping you.” “Thank you!” Mariana went in again and returned shortly with a small book in her hand. She gave it to me and before I knew it, the little book began to expand and increase in size until it was just the right fit for me. It had the words ‘DIARY’ written in front of it. “It’s a magic diary,” she told me. “I’m sorry,” I told her. “I’m going to have to refuse this, I could never keep track or even keep a diary.”

Maddie and Olive pushed against the mob as the man turned the lock, and were among the first people to enter the store as the old man pushed the doors open. Immediately, Maddie began to look around for the limited edition of Werewolf Diaries: Alpha Male she'd been longing to get. Her eyes roamed the bookshelves as she was pushed and shoved by people. She looked around and saw no sign of Olive. Sighing, she pulled the drawers of her hoodie tighter and ran to the Fantasy Section of the bookstore, eyes still searching for the book. Sighting one copy of Werewolf Diaries: Alpha Male's Limited Edition, she raced towards the shelves and stretched her hand towards it, but her outstretched hand was h

The strange but almost comforting conversation we had. "You know..." Maddie had whispered, looking at me with those eyes that were now droopy with sleep, the aftermath of the orgasm she just had, "history books say you're a bad, bad thing." I had frozen. My eyes had widened. I had been unable to move as I stared at her im shock, mentally calculating and coming to a conclusion of what she was trying to talk about. I had parted my lips to rasp hoarsely, my voice rough, "what are you talking about?"

Sarkhan is laying on my bed reading a… book? I don't own any books though… Oh! My eyes bulged out and my mouth dropped, give me a break! The title was 'What your mother didn't tell you about being a woman'. It was a sex, hormones, and masturbation guide my mother had given me when I was 17. Like a frenzied animal, I hopped and leaped to snatch the book but he is faster to raise his arm above my head. "Your mother didn't tell you many things." He smirks down at me as I've landed half on his lap.