Submissives Diary Novels & Stories

Roman growled; he was being impatient and practically panting. Gavin rolled his eyes and forced the lock on the diary open. He scanned the first couple of pages in wonder. She started this diary a few years ago and it seemed as if she’s been writing in it every day. Most of the entries were about Gavin and not to his surprise, she was mainly after him for his money and reputation. It seems as if a lot of her behavior were due to her neglectful parents. It was true that Susanna’s parents were incredibly neglectful.

Those thoughts filled her mind. So today, she would finally do something about it. She had bought a brand new diary from the store. It was a special one. With leather on it and a strange P monogrammed on the cover. It was far fancier than anything the Dollar Tree should be selling. Finding it was a score that had Kristen grinning. She was enamored with her new diary. She was eager to get started on it. The diary was thick, too. She could write so many of her naughty ideas in them.

But what she had shown him last night, as he held her in his arms and tasted her lips, it wasn’t the same Isabelle that he had just seen. On the table, near the half-empty coffee cup, was her little diary. What a strange person... In times like these, when everyone was using ultra-high-performance cell phones to communicate, when they were using notebooks to write, Isabelle still used pen and paper to write down her thoughts. Shawn felt tempted to open and read what she had just written and the temptation had the best of him. He leaned back slightly and looked inside the house, to see if anyone was in sight and then took the diary and opened it. He read the first thing that saw.

I was outside mowing the yard under the hot summer sun which left Chrissy to do what bratty little sisters do -- go through big sister's stuff. Chrissy went back into Mom's bedroom. "Hmmmm, I wonder if she still keeps a diary. She used to keep it right here," she said as she opened Mom's nightstand drawer. "Son of a bitch! She still keeps a diary!" she chuckled as she pulled the booklet out of the drawer. She sat down on the edge of the bed and started to flip through the pages. "Let's see what sis is really up to these days."

7 - You Filthy Little Girl Ivy “W-what?” Aiden placed the diary on the coffee table between us, including the ruffled pages all straightened out. I looked at the leather-bound diary and those pages with wide eyes. He knows. He read it. He read how I fantasize about him. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deep.

He cleared his throat dramatically and started reading from his phone. “‘I can’t get enough of them. Caspian fucks me so deep I forget how to breathe. Luka’s tongue on my clit makes me shake until I can’t see straight. And Asher… God, when he takes me from behind I feel completely owned. Sometimes I wonder if I’m addicted to them. If I’m becoming someone I don’t even recognize.’” Oh my God, my diary, the words I’d poured out in the safety of my own room now broadcast for the entire school.

And the monster’s victory is so complete, it leaves you wondering if you’re reading the journal of the victim… or the secret, proud biography of the victor. Then, after a long pause, Adam lifted the diary again. His thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” he whispered. And he opened the diary. ——— Episode 20 – Pool Party The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of chlorine and expensive perfume. Mason’s name was scrawled across the front in a looping, feminine hand. He slit it open with a thumb, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to the delicate stationery. Inside, on a cardstock the color of a summer sky, were the words:

"I attempted to shift, to claw my way past them, but my boots caught on the length of my tunic and I crashed onto the stone floor. They snatched my male frame from the dirt and slammed my spine against the vertical iron bench press. While Niall and Cris pinned my shoulders down, Dan used thick leather tracking straps to bind my wrists and ankles to the iron bars. Then he ripped my tunic to shreds, tore away my small-clothes, and shoved the bloody rags deep into my jaws to smother my screams." "Cris claimed my flesh first. His inner beast couldn't achieve its rut for whatever reason, so he began driving his closed fists into my face. Every time his knuckles smashed my skin, his male arousal h

Vincenzo ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ I grabbed the next diary and began reading. It unfolded her life, delving into her inner thoughts, the ones she never shared with anyone. Each entry whispered the secrets she had kept guarded, offering a raw and unvarnished glimpse into the woman behind the facade I thought I knew. For everyone else, she seemed like this lively, wild, and slightly out-of-control twenty-something trapped in a teenager's spirit. But looking into this diary, she was a person carrying a lot of sadness. She appeared more grown-up and intelligent than she let on.

Emma’s POV **Diary Entry:** *I don't want to write this. I don't want to remember it, but I have to. He did it again. Michael raped me. But this time, it was worse... so much worse. He called me names, mocked my legs, said I was worthless because I can't walk right. I never thought he could be so cruel. I never imagined he would stoop this low. I will never forgive him for this.* --- The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stare at the diary, my hands shaking, unable to comprehend the depth of Michael’s cruelty. I knew he was dangerous, that he wasn’t someone to trust, but this... this is beyond anything I could have imagined.