Sad Kitten Diary Novels & Stories

Hunter said and pulled Sadie back to their house. In the room, Sadie just cried and threw pillows at Hunter, she asked Hunter to stop bothering her and mind his own business. “I'm sick of you! Get out of my room!” Sadie said. “Don't you understand what I did to protect you? What about your grandmother if she finds out you were touched by another man after marrying me?" Hunter said. "They're not like you! I know exactly who I'm meeting!” Sadie said and Hunter just chuckled. "The man you met at the cafe is my cousin, I know exactly what kind of man he is!" Hunter said and when Sadie wanted to throw the nearby phone at Hunter again, Hunter immediately held her and pushed Sadie until she lay dow

KADEN THIRTEEN YEARS OLD KADEN AND RAYA AT TEN YEARS OLD. I walked toward Raya, who was kneeling outside the packhouse, her small shoulders shaking as she sobbed. Her hands clutched a lifeless bundle of white fur, her beloved pet rabbit, Miss Bon Bon. The moment I got closer, I saw the wound on the rabbit’s leg, a deep gash that made my stomach twist. One of the traps set around the packhouse must have caught it.

FLASHBACK; I walk with smiles toward the kitchen to meet Zori. Dominic whom I was playing video games with and intentionally allowing to win, finally fell asleep after several rounds. Just as I approach the kitchen I stop suddenly on my tracks when I hear her say over the phone. 'I still haven't find my diary, Cassy. Also I've not heard anything from the people at that Cafe and it's weighing me down in a way.' Did she just say Diary? Cafe? Is this what I'm thinking it is?

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.

The feeling became too much. A strong orgasm hit me. I shook hard and cried out. My body squeezed around the dildo. Waves of pleasure mixed with sadness. When it passed I lay there breathing fast. The diary fell on my chest. I felt dirty and sad but also a little clearer. Sarah left these words for me. She wanted me to know the truth. I had to be stronger than she was. I cleaned myself and hid the diary again. My body felt tired but my mind stayed awake. I stood up and walked to the balcony for fresh air. The night wind touched my hot face.

I panted my hips rocking back and forth chasing the feeling. My mind raced with raw thoughts about how filthy this was my own uncle kneeling behind me devouring my dripping cunt like it was his favorite meal. Every lick sent sparks up my spine and my nipples scraped against the cold surface making them ache more. Uncle Alex pulled back just enough to speak, his voice muffled and rough. “This your pussy is so fucking sweet and swollen Luna I can taste how much you need treatment. Cum for me like a good patient let me feel these walls squeeze on my tongue.”

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.