The Diary Of A Black Mad Woman Novels & Stories

Sighing heavily, I let my head drop back against the lumpy mattress, closing my eyes in a desperate bid to pretend this whole cursed life was just a terrible nightmare I would soon wake up from. My brief fantasy was violently shattered by a sharp, authoritative knock echoing loudly through the room, announcing the presence of whoever stood on the other side of the heavy wooden door. Maria hurried over and pulled it open, her shoulders tensing. Standing in the doorway was a stern-looking woman dressed in neat, immaculate maid attire. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight, flawless bun, and a small, distinct mole rested gracefully on the corner of her nose. She radiated the strict, unyiel

I screamed, mostly to myself. Adrian caught up to me and we both struggled to take a breath. "He is funny. I like him"he smirked. "Ask him out"I stated, making him look at me with a horrified look on his face. I wanted to laugh so hard but I hated this man's guts. Are all men this stupid or is it my luck to make me meet crazy people? I took a deep breath and stood in front of him. I had to say this. "Listen to me Mr. Romano. I'm a 24 year old lady who has lost her parents in an awful way. I've been taking care of my brother for the last 5 years. I've never asked for help because simply, all of my family rejected us. They all disowned Cody and I like we are trash. When my parents died, I coul

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 noted, as if it weren’t obvious. "Should I not be, Berry? When you called me and said you had ‘information,’ I thought it was something worth my time." I let out a humorless laugh. "So, you got word that Diana Lockwood is pregnant, and instead of confirming with her, you came to me?" I leaned forward, voice laced with scorn. "Lady, I’m Mary Black, not Diana Lockwood. If she’s pregnant, go confirm it from her, not me." I stood up, my chair scraping against the floor. "If you have nothing else to say, I’ll be on my way."

The woman did not care about any of the girls that worked for her. Madam Chardonnay was only ever worried about her business, and the money involved. "Speak, you twart! Explain yourself!" Madam Chardonnay screamed as she let go of Diana's neck. She coughed and tried to stand. When she did, she opened her eyes slowly, tilted her neck to the right and stared blankly at the woman. "He tried to rape me." She cried.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

The werewolves’ community are so rich that they would pay huge amount of money to get whatever they wanted. “It’s time to start my plan” I said to myself and started looking for opportunities to get on his team. As luck would have it, Mr. Black came over to the brothel one fateful day and was with Madam Jean all day. They were provided with drinks, fruits and foods as usual and left alone to themselves. I was busy attending to the ladies at my small office when we suddenly heard Madam Jean scream and ran out of the room. “What is happening?” “Why are you screaming?” I heard the ladies shout and trooped out but she ignored all of them and headed for my office.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

I am aware that some are already asleep by this time but sleepiness is not approaching me. I decided to get my diary and write what happened on my day. Dear diary, It is undeniably a long and tiring day yet I am still awake. I am not just physically tired but also mentally and emotionally. I’m drained and I don’t know how to get back. I badly want to be alone but I know... I just really want to be found. Save me... those were the words I wanted to shout yet I know, no one is willing to save me. They would not save me. I am lost. Please... hear me. Yet many are deaf. Please... look at me but they were all blind.