Spell Diaries Novels & Stories

“I heard you.” He pulled out and slammed back in and the desk jerked and papers slid. “Say the schedule.” “Breakfast at eight,” I gasped. “Gym at nine. Lunch here. Bed at eleven. Sir. Please.” “Please what?” “Please not so hard. I’m still aching from last night.” “Good,” he said, and he started fucking me in earnest, the wet slap of it loud in the expensive quiet. “Ache means you remember. Who paid for your name?”

I blow on my acrylics and wipe them on my robe. "Fucking bitch!" He barks stumbling out of my room. I place my foot on his backside and push giving him an extra boost out the door. "Fuck you, Maddie. I ain't paying you shit." I do my best impression of him. I slam the door shut once I hear Chad's voice. I mean shit! What was I meant to do? So what if he was paying me to blow him before I was supposed to ride him. I guess I saved myself some energy for my next client. I walk over to the large dresser where we keep our toys and pull open the medium top drawer. That's where I keep my Ipad with my daily clientele listings. I unlock it with my fingerprint and bring up the spreadsheet, scrolling d

They were leather bound with gilt edged pages. She lifted them out and flicked through the pages. Matthew McCavendish’s handwriting was precise but florid and took Sally a moment to decipher. When she’d got the hang of it and was able to scan each of the journals, she honed in on the volumes she wanted—those that contained entries about the Beast and its origins.

She spoke to me in a loud voice “I don’t need anyone's permission to come inside my father's room” “Oh please. You have no manners!” She shouted. “Anyways. Let's have our lemonade Zac.” She smiled at Zac in an evil way. Zac picked up the glass and drank half of the lemonade. She had a wicked smile on her face. She picked up her glass and took a sip from her drink and kept on looking at him. She drank the whole glass of lemonade and a few minutes her smile started to fade gradually. She started to cough.

Enjoy the journey ............. Emily POv : I was rearranging my cupboard, sorting through the piles of clothes and forgotten items, my fingers brushed against something unexpected—a diary. My diary. I paused, feeling a rush of memories flood back at the sight of the worn, weathered cover. It had been so long since I last laid eyes on it, tucked away amidst the clutter of my belongings. With curiosity, I retrieved the diary from its hiding place, feeling the weight of years past in my hands. As I flipped through its pages, the familiar scrawl of my own handwriting greeted me, each entry a window into moments long gone but not forgotten.

I only had twenty-four hours before I had to face him again for a full day of ‘reconciliation. Emelia slammed a thick, leather-bound book onto the glass coffee table. Beside it, a tablet and a small, crystal bottle of perfume. “Vivian’s diary. Her scent. Every video she ever posted on social media,” Emelia listed, her voice clinical. “Study them. If you don’t know the name of her first pony or how she likes her gin by sunrise, we’re both finished.” I picked up the diary. The handwriting was loopy and arrogant. “I’m a voice actress, not a spy. How am I supposed to learn a whole life in a day?”

KAI-VII The days I spent reading through Dawn Holland's diary were extraordinarily long. I got to learn only two things from the first journal. One, she carried out far too many experiments for a supposed medical doctor. Two, she was a psycho! Her entries in the journal showed that she was desperate to make something. Something that would change the game in our world. For the most part, she called the thing "IT". Sitting in Seven's studying, the air was stuffy as I opened all the diaries in front of me. Curiosity was getting the best of me. Worse still, time wasn't on my side. I had to find a lead now that Ratio was breathing down my neck.

"What are you saying? Someone is being serious, but you're just teasing." "Haha ... you're so funny." Alice became fond of Jordi and now even pinched both of Jordi's cheeks. "Adorable and love, right?" Jordi quipped with his flirtatious face. "Ew, you're too full of yourself." "Of course. I read it in your diary. On every page, it says, I Love You, Jordi. My one and only." Jordi teased Alice. "Ugh ... so annoying." Alice held back her embarrassment because her diary was discovered by Jordi. That's the purpose of a diary, isn't it? To pour out all your feelings when you can't tell anyone else.

And the details were written about those pictures. She named them as demonic power spells. I sighed while going through the diary. Then came the pages for ghosts. She had written stories about the ghosts. Full stories like how she learned about a ghost in a place. Then she fought the ghosts and scared them away. The whole diary was filled with crazy things. Ghosts, spirits, Angels, demons, hell, heaven and God. By the end of that diary, I started to think that all the stories were real. I started to believe everything I saw in that diary.

I say. “With the help of witches. If you look at these pages there are spells writhen in a foreign language.” “Witches? Seriously?” Kristy says with disbelief. “Yes, witches. This book isn’t just any kind of book it’s a grimoire. Kind of like a diary where witches write their spells and stuff.”