Sad Kitten Diary Novels & Stories

Dad and I spent the next hour comforting Tristan. That was the first time I’d ever seen a grown man so depressed. I knew he loved Sadie but in my opinion, Sadie didn’t deserve all that. She was a snake that needed to be weeded out. I hated her so much for what she did. To me, and to Tristan. At least, she never succeeded in all her attempts against me.

now I can’t wait to meet her anymore. “What’s she like?” I ask Axel, Damon would not tell me. Axel’s smiles back. “She is super cool. We are interested in all the same things, she loves Anime just as much as I do. She make me wings, though it is the wings you bought to watch with our anime. She basically lives in all your tops right now. What else? Oh yeah Sadie’s favourite Naruto character is Jiraiya, so she’s got to be a pervert.” He gives me a bunch of useless information. Everything he has said is important to him. Not me.

Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.

He clamped her pink nipples between his fingers and started pulling at them, as he sucked on her earlobe. “Stephan, please stop,” my mother begged, yet she rolled her hips against his bulge. My stomach twisted. But this was different. It wasn’t that bitter feeling, but rather a tingling sensation that made juice begin to leak. “I met you first,” Uncle Stephan said, pinching her nipples harder. My mother let out a moan and rolled her waist harder. “I want to fuck you so badly.” Uncle Stephan’s voice was rough, heavy with need. “Let me fuck you Sarah, we’ve already done it once let’s do it again.”

Grayson looked at Sandra's and Bobby's tear-streaked faces and reluctantly stepped aside to let them in. Bobby immediately spotted the little cakes on the table and reached for them, only to be yanked back by Sandra. Under his mother's fierce gaze, he lowered his head, whining, "Daddy, I was wrong. I shouldn't have scribbled on your work files…" Seeing Bobby's pitiful expression, Grayson was momentarily reminded of Alicia crying, and his heart softened. But then panic flared again—where were Alicia and I? Why hadn't we returned home so late?

The frames of my round-rimmed glasses cracked as the weight of her heels came down on my cheek, squashing my skull into the soft earth. I squirmed helplessly on the field. As an omega, I stood no chance against the Pack beauty's claws. "Dearest diary," Cathy continued, "Today is day 987, I watched him eat frosty chocolate out of the pint. He loves frosty chocolates in secret. I wish he'd eat it off my nipples..." Again, their little group of friends jeered. Fully entertained. "Fuck, what are you? A psycho stalker whore desperate to get laid? Just like your mother?"

one of them gasped, wiping at her eyes, “I swear, this is like reading a romance novel written by a clown.” Katie flipped her hair over her shoulder, smirking. “Oh, it’s better than that. It’s her.” Her finger pointed straight at me. “Cassie,” she said loudly, “your diary has some… interesting material. Really creative. Bold of you, ghostie.” “Katie, I–” I was cut off by Katie’s laughter. Katie held up one page between her manicured fingers. “Ladies, listen to this part.” She cleared her throat dramatically and read out loud.

Author's note: Hello my beloved readers , am so sorry for the late update but l have been busy with exams but just know that I love you. whewstvhwsttvhwat Mr Heyes how are you?", After

June 13,2024 Dear Reader, If you’ve found this diary, then fate has strange plans for you. This isn’t a story of heroes, or even of the living. What you’re about to read isn’t fiction — not entirely. These pages carry the weight of things unseen, unheard, and often misunderstood. So before you turn another page, ask yourself: Are you ready to see the world through the eyes of someone who walks among both the living and the dead? If not, close this now.

However, I don’t have any connection to the Walton family. Late at night… Kayson was sleeping on the floor as before, while Sadie was chatting on the phone with her best friend while she lay on the bed. Sadie sent: [Wanda, there seems to be something off about Kayson.] Wanda replied: [How is that so? Are you in love with him?]