Spell Diaries Novels & Stories

They contain food, water, medicine, flashlight, and others for survival, protection, healing, the bidders might give you special boxes if you impress them but before you can get it, you need to verbally spell the word that the programmable box uttered. "For the word of the day, if you know the spelling, you will know if you are a Spell or a Beat. If you don't know the spelling, you should protect yourselves and your teammates because you don't know who is after your life. Each wrong letter is equivalent to one life in your district. Be careful who to beat, and remember when to beat. The winning district will be granted any three wishes tangible or intangible that start with the letter of the

There are a series of sex toys on her nightstand and a framed picture of a younger version of Susy in pigtails hairstyle and an innocent smile. I know people love sex a lot and it can be addictive but most times I worry about her having a trauma that led to her being a nymphomaniac. There has to be something that triggered it because the young innocent girl I'm staring at didn't look she would blossom into a broken version of Suzy. Life has probably dealt a deadly blow on her. "What are you doing?" Suzy cleared her throat, calling my attention. "I came in and you were nowhere to be found. I needed you to perform a locator spell on Hilda."

Abigail's room, the laundry room, the balcony, he searched everywhere, but there was no sign of Flavia. Gladwin tried to calm himself down. He searched for his phone and intended to call Flavia. His phone must be on the nightstand, where Flavia usually placed it after charging. Sure enough, his phone was there. Right on top of an old diary that Gladwin recognized. The diary was covered in leather with the initials "F.Q" carved on it, specially made by a craftsman acquaintance of his. The paper inside was also custom-made at his friend's printing press, featuring butterfly illustrations with the initials "F.Q" beautifully drawn in the bottom right corner. Gladwin believed there was no other d

“They found out I have the code. I don’t know how, but… I’ve seen them watching me. I’ve been followed. Two nights ago, someone tried to break into my place. I have to disappear, Lexi.” My voice trembled. “So what do you want me to do?” He handed her a single page—a torn scrap filled with symbols, numbers, and scribbled lines. It looked like chaos. “I need you to write this down. Copy it—exactly. Keep it somewhere safe. Somewhere no one would look. I’m burning this journal tonight. You’ll be the only person left with this.” I stared at the paper. My hands shook as I took it. “Pastor Dav…”

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.

She was still dancing softly, humming under her breath. She hadn't changed the passwords so I got easy access. I scrolled through the text messages, my heart sinking when I realized they were from my boss. Mr. Sinclair: I trust you've seen my wired transfer. There's more where that came from. Mr. Sinclair: I've decided to change venues for our meeting. I'll send the directions when you're ready for me. Mr. Sinclair: Wear that red lingerie I bought for you yesterday. I'm sure you received the package.

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.” Private. Yeah right. The word only made my curiosity burn hotter, mixing with the ache in my cock that hadn’t gone down one bit. While he stood up to grab another bottle of whiskey from the bar cart across the room, I leaned forward quickly and clicked on the locked file. A password prompt popped up. Fuck. I tried the obvious ones fast,his book title, his name, the date on the manuscript. Nothing. Then on a hunch I typed in a phrase from one of his filthiest scenes. The file opened.

I'm sure you'll know it's him when you cross parts with him* *If you find a girl or a boy(hopefully it's a girl hopefully she's lovable enough for you. You know what I mean) with the frequency, she will need the journal. Not this one. There's another journal. She probably won't be able to read it until she's ready, but when she is, the Harland collection has a companion text that describes the process. The companion text is called the Respondent. If the man has the collection, he may have the Respondent too.*

I specifically asked Amelia and Sebastian. " I can change into a wolf so I guess I don't need anything," " I already know enough spells. That's enough," When everything got decided we walked out of the training room. .... After so many attempts, I finally had time to open up Victoria's diary in the morning. I opened the diary and took the same page. The first part was written in English and then everything is written is some language I don't even know.

Maybe from here, my life would settle down. _ _ _ I hope you enjoyed this first book! Book two is out now!! So be sure to look out for: "Goddess Diaries"