Pokemon Diaries Novels & Stories

She was feeling amazing and excited because for the very first time, Thyago finally notices and known her existence. When she got home after class, she went straight through her bedroom. Feeling happy and inspired, she decided to make a diary of her own. Not necessarily a typical diary where she'll write about her daily living, it was more like a journal where she will write down all the kept emotions and feelings she has for Thyago. She planned to chronicle all her interactions and emotions she had for Thyago. Something inside her wanted to write and savor this feeling of happiness she has for him because if not, her heart will explode in too much excitement and joy. And there into her bedr

UNKNOWN POV DEAR DIARY, She grows beautiful each and every passing day. It was just yesterday she was a child, and now she has tits and curves in all the right places. I stare at her through this broken mirror, I see her every step, her every move… I feel pain when she’s happy, and I relish in the joy her sadness brings me. She is mine, Diary. Mineee! Oh, it won’t be long now…

~Kole~ He tossed and turned in his sleep, visions dancing rounds in front of his eyes. He could see his parents, Kanna, and Zeus. Was this a dream, nightmare, or a premonition? His eyes darted under his eyelids as he watched things unfold. Outside the palace, his father was throwing enemies into each other using his powers, Damien was at his side, Kanna was actually fighting alongside Kyoko. Inside, Ally was helping traumatized people calm down by having a group meditation, Eli was healing wounds and wrapping limbs. Ricky was reading something and taking notes, Blaise was setting up a blacksmith room to repair damaged armor and equipment.

It was later that day I discovered that Damien was actually my neighbor. He lives directly opposite my house and I watched him all day through the window. It's the first time in a decade that I actually felt alive. I had a feeling and to me that's an achievement. My first day in mcade high, though marked as the beginning of my problem, isn't really is. I had mixed feelings and they remained mixed because Jude Kam was on a business trip and I was all alone at home. I escaped his defilement for that day and that pleased my soul, then the stunning but arrogant class president ends up becoming my neighbor. I was pleased that I'd be able to watch him, anytime I like (stupid, haha) and also scared

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

I opened the diary to the year where I met Pietro. February 27, 2001. I closed my eyes and tried recalling his face. Whitney sat down while looking at me, she waits patiently. I closed the door and hugged the opened diary. I knelt down and started thinking of that year. Slowly, I started chanting To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my forlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction

My heart skipped a beat and I grappled for a reply, ungraciously gaping like a fish was all I could manage. "Ah, that is true. You must have seen her in the news, she became quite popular lately. She's even going to share her adventures with everyone today, that's why I said you should stay till the end of diary night ehn. You'll get to know her and everyone, Fuhy mi please now." Fuhad, who had been watching me with utter amusement finally peeled his eyes off me to kiss madam Peju's forehead and hummed, his sickly smile never faltering. "I'll definitely be waiting behind now. I'm sure miss Mokunfayo will have beautiful stories to share of her adventures." Madam Peju giggled girlishly and pre

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

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That day he found no mates for his favourite play. I really liked the action of piss pigs. I realised how much spare liquid a human being can hold. I could tell those who had not urinated for a long time from those who had, however, emptied themselves before the session. When the piss got onto me I could tell who had drunk water, who had drunk beer, who had eaten pineapple, or raspberries, or who had even taken some medicine. All those kinds of piss are dear and precious to me.