Sad Kitten Diary Novels & Stories

--------------------- Dear Diary… Listening to their plans just makes me realise how deep we are in the shit! I am not sure even with all the best planning that they can sort this. But I sit and smile and act like I have all the faith in them, not wanting to show any doubt in them. Wanting to look like I trust them, when in truth I am fucking terrified. It is me they want, me they will do anything to get a hold of. And I don’t doubt for one second they will get hold of me, one way or another. So I just hope these plans and ideas that my pack are coming up with are enough to keep us safe, keep me safe… ---------------

DAMON’S POV My throat tightened, just slightly. “She didn’t know who I was. Didn’t hesitate. Just handed it over.” I didn’t say anything. I could picture her standing there, probably panicked, probably worrying it wasn’t enough. And yet still giving it away. Kindness like that didn’t fit in my world. Not without bleeding. The door opened again. Sadie walked back in with the last paper bag held carefully in both hands, but as soon as she looked up and saw who was sitting across from me—her steps faltered.

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

Watching the road below the way she watched everything, with the particular patience of someone who had learned a long time ago that threats rarely announced themselves. Caelith sat on the edge of the bed and talked. She started from the beginning. The dreams. The feeling on the street that first Wednesday. The black car and the chemical cloth and the ritual room with the candles that didn't flicker. The stranger who appeared and disappeared and submitted her essay and left her on a bench on a road nobody used. Zara, the courtyard, the blood deal. The journal. The friend she called at midnight who knew things she shouldn't have known from footnotes.

Chapter 6 Kylie’s pov We stood close in the pantry with the sun dipping lower outside the windows casting long shadows across the counters. I shifted my weight and felt another slow trickle of Caleb’s cum leak out of my pussy into my already soaked panties making the fabric stick to my swollen folds. My clit throbbed steady and warm from the earlier fuck and every little movement sent fresh sparks up my spine. I grabbed another cracker and cheese trying to act normal while my nipples stayed tight against my blouse.

Lucas jumps off just in time before hitting the floor and picks the journal up from the rugged carpet. Slave to her own feelings, Tammy crazily paces the room, walking in circles and crying silently. Waves of emotions are pouring down her cheeks, as she tries to connect the missing dots. She finally has a better grasp of what happened to her parents, although she doesn't fully understand it. As she got closer to the end of her mother's writing, she couldn't help but notice the chemical formulas became more organic, letters linked into words, and words into sentences. For what had started as a log of her scientific findings, at the end it shifted into a personal diary, more intimate and raw.

Many of them blood thirsty and fed up with feeding upon animals and always feel less than satisfied. “If we can find the other humans, I could heal them and get them to safety,” Sadie wrote in a pocket notebook. “We just need to get some of our wolves in there to sniff them out. Their noses are stronger than that of Diana’s vampire soldiers and could find them in any hidden basement or passageway.

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…

I sat holding my tablet, reading all these messages while Felix lay across my lap, acting like a dog waiting for his master's approval. "Felicity, you already accepted me, right? You've fallen for me at least a little over the years, haven't you? I know I've made mistakes. Please forgive me. I've avenged you and your grandmother. Let's make things right from now on. Will you stay with me forever? I love you, Felicity. I love you so much…" I smiled, and he mirrored my expression, clearly relieved. But the next moment, my words threw him back into a pit of despair.

Whitmore stands gaping at my diary. "Oh, wow! I didn't know you were a fan of Miss.OG, Ms. Sanders." He said turning the pages and reading my oh-so-difficulty collected handiwork. I sighed in relief. Good, the jerk hasn't figured it out yet. So I decided to play along. "Yes Sir. I'm a really big fan of hers. Well, you know hormonal teenagers, exam and college stress and all that..." I trailed off, laughing nervously. He frowned, thinking. And I took the opportunity to grab a hold of my diary and make a run for it. I snatched the diary from his hands and turned tail.