The Diary Of A Black Mad Woman Novels & Stories

“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.

Ramsey handed the diary over to Davis, to see for himself. Davis eyes glued to the pages of the small, leather-bound diary in his hands. Bella’s words spilled across the pages, a haunting confession that sent chills down his spine. He read aloud, his voice shaky as he reached the most devastating part:

The Unspeakable casted again the detector. "The black book. The rest is clear." He pointed at a worn leather bound black thin book. The first Unspeakable, who was wearing the blue leather gloves, cautiously picked the thin black book. "'T. M. Riddle'. It seems to be a diary of sorts." She cautiously drops the black diary in the middle of the room, on top of a quickly conjured desk. The other Unspeakable then starts to cast diagnose spells at it. Erik cocks his head to the side and says.

"That wasn't so bad after all. Say a fucking word to anyone and I'll cut your balls off." Maddy kissed him on the cheek and walked out the door. By the time she got home her panties were drenched with cum that had seeped out of her pussy. After a shower, she pulled on a tee shirt over a clean pair of panties. She sat down at her desk, plugged the flash drive into the computer and opened the diary to an entry one month before she was murdered. Maddy knew Lucinda was promiscuous, but what she was reading was over the top.

“Hate me all you want, little doll. It makes your pu**y taste sweeter.” He pulled me tighter against him. I could feel him pressing hard against me through his pants. My breath came faster. “Dante… this is wrong,” I whispered. “Wrong feels good, doesn’t it?” He turned my face to his and kissed me roughly. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming, demanding. I tried to pull back but he held my jaw and deepened the kiss until I was moaning into his mouth. When he broke the kiss, I was panting. He stood up, lifting me easily, and carried me to the wide leather couch. He laid me down and knelt between my legs, pushing the red dress up to my waist. “Look at these pretty p**nties,”

Ghost growls. I grit my teeth, shoving him back. I had done this to myself anyway, I had followed them to Adrian’s house to assure myself he won’t touch her, I had stood on her balcony like a fool. A damn obsessed fool who could not stay away. Maybe she is right to think I am a psychopath. Enough is enough. It ends now. The door creaks open, and Madam Lisa steps inside with a big stack of thick books that look like they belong in a museum. The covers are dark, cracked with age.

Julian Hart had me move into his basement so he could trample on my dignity whenever he pleased. What he didn’t know was that I had transmigrated from the real world into the novel. When Julian insulted me, I endured it without talking back. When he slapped me, I licked his palm. When his first love stepped on me with her high heel to assert her dominance, I told her that the scent of her perfume reached me before the pain did. A year later, Julian was so disgusted by me that he almost knelt down and begged me to keep my distance from them. But there was no way I was leaving. I hadn’t come to tear them apart. I had come to join them.

I smile at her. "Miss Long, I suggest you just put her name down as Bunny Wild and stop!" the woman snaps. "Mr Holloway is getting increasingly angry at the delay in her arrival!" She turns and walks away. I turn and smile at Miss Long. "Bunny Wild, please follow." The other woman shouts out to me, and I turn, following her up. She looks at me in disgust. I guess I'm hated. I can't help but smile at that; I don't care to be fair.

Everything about her looked refined, sophisticated. She turned as we approached and her green eyes instantly settled on me. The smile she’d been wearing disappeared immediately. “Camille,” Vivian said pleasantly, “I’d like you to meet Kimberly Blackwood. She’s new to the neighborhood.” For a long moment, Camille simply stared. Her eyes travelled slowly over my face, my dress, the wedding ring on my finger, then back to my face again. Something cold flickered behind her expression. Something dangerously close to contempt. “Kimberly…” Her voice was smooth like honey.

Why can't I remember anything? I put my index fingers on both sides of my head and slightly massage the corners of my head. What a horrible dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and grab my phone before heading downstairs. I start texting Kali. Me : I had a terrible dream last night. There was a girl who looked exactly like me except her eyes were completely black. Kali : You have an evil alter ego? Me : Very funny. Kali : I'll pick you up at 1p.m and you can tell me all about it.