The Diary Of A Black Mad Woman Novels & Stories

Dominic asked as the anger swelled in his chest. Dominic didn’t like how Brian had just described Samaire. She was intense and passionate. Opinionated and driven. But dull? Never. “The workaholic image… That she’s professional and good at what she does, is only what she projects. The party-girl image? That’s the real her.” “What?” Brian’s eyes bugged out. “You’re pulling my leg.” “Nope… She keeps the outrageous pictures and gossip off-line because it doesn’t match her professional image.”

The screen flickered to life, showing a woman with seductive, half-lidded eyes, whom I recognized as me. The video was recorded in a familiar setting—the clinic, during one of Rodrick's treatments for my illness. A woman's moan came from the video. I looked at the two of them and asked, "What do you want to do?" Colby took a step forward. "You've got to help us out, Brianna. You're a huge hit on foreign internet sites now, and men are crazy about you." He held up his hand and named a figure. "We'll give you this much for one night."

No one messes with me. After buying the foods I wanted, I walked towards our room and went inside. Drake is not there. Where is he? “Hi! You must be Felicity?” someone approached me. I smiled at her and nodded. “I’m Dianne Fox.” She let out a smile. “I didn’t see you yesterday here,” I told her. I noticed that she’s not familiar so she may not be here yesterday. “Oh! Yes, I just went back here from the US.” She explained. “Oh,” I replied. I went to my seat while she was still following me.

The second she opened the door, she went straight to her mother's room and raided the whole place, looking for any proof that her mother was truly sleeping with Alpha Diesel. As she rummaged through her things, she saw a large black book with the word DIARY boldly written on it. Elora scoffed because she herself did not own a DIARY, nothing special had happened in her life to warrant one. Surely her mother would've not been so clumsy that she would write her life's secret in a book - Elora thought.

At night Blakely couldn't wait to open Rebecca's diary. She left the two envelopes unopened and untouched because she wanted to finish reading Rebecca's very thick diary. She saw that all the pages in the book were full of her handwritten notes. Rebecca didn't miss a single page. It made Blakely curious, how many stories did her sister want to put into the diary? Had she been so lonely all this time that she only had a diary as the only friend that would hold her whole story?

Keeping the pillowz on either side of him, to prevent him from falling of the bed like the first time she had found him. When she turns around, something sitting on the night stand catches her attention, she reaches forward and her hand comes in contact with a rough surface, picking the object up she realizes that it's a black leather diary of some sort. Opening it up she finds 'Damien' written inside with a cursive hand writing. She wasn't a snoopy person, she believed everyone deserved their privacy but seeing the diary with her mates name on it, definitely spiked her interest, her curiosity getting the best of her when she slowly turn the pages to find that the first entry had been writte

Second page had another small nore ," Hey dear diary , you know what I am really lazy but i still wanted to wrie down some important things and moments i wanna remeber so i am not gonna talk to you daily . I will talk to you only when i have beans to spill . Otherwise my life is boring you won't be interested at all ,Don't mind . Cynthia smiled reading the note she suspected whoever this Natasha is she is really kinda funny . Cynthia then turned to page 3 , there was still no daily update it was another small note actually kinda big . "Okay I was just about to pack you up , but then I thought I should introduce you to myself . My name is Natasha warraich . I know you saw it on the first pag

“Hello, I’m Mariana, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please don’t be mad at Marylin, she’s been nothing but an angel to me, if it weren’t for her, I’m not sure I would have been able to return home.” “No problem,” Dana said. “I can never be mad at her for helping you.” “Thank you!” Mariana went in again and returned shortly with a small book in her hand. She gave it to me and before I knew it, the little book began to expand and increase in size until it was just the right fit for me. It had the words ‘DIARY’ written in front of it. “It’s a magic diary,” she told me. “I’m sorry,” I told her. “I’m going to have to refuse this, I could never keep track or even keep a diary.”

He was in on the clone ruse from the start and kept cracking unfunny jokes about me not being myself. On day two I was introduced to Richard Black, the inspiration for those fake diary entries, by ‘Diana’ herself, also known as Lori. These days, she was being more open about it. I recognised him from somewhere and couldn’t place him at first until I saw the way he was staring at my ass. The dungeon. He was the powerful other, the visitor from out of state. A self-made Alpha, as inhuman as they come. Two could have a go at dreadful jokes. In my case, dread was a big part of it.

I had been wet since the afternoon, when the memory of his voice and the stretch of him and the taste of us on my tongue had followed me through every ordinary task. I selected a different manuscript this time—an early 17th-century bestiary, fragile and beautifully illuminated—and opened it carefully in the center of the table. Then I stepped out of my shoes, placed my hands on the wood, and bent over exactly as he had left me the night before. The position lifted the back of my skirt. The air moved across my exposed cunt and the backs of my thighs. I could feel how slick I already was. I waited. At 12:03 a.m. the outer door opened and closed. Familiar footsteps crossed the room. The deadbol