The Diary Of An Oxygen Thief Novels & Stories

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

Nora reached into the deep pocket of her apron, pulled out a small, leather-bound notebook with frayed edges, and handed it to me with trembling fingers. "I found this accidentally while cleaning the maids' quarters," Nora whispered, leaning in close. "It's Tessa's personal diary. She hid it under her mattress frame. Luna, she wrote down everything, the dates she met Dr. Vance's apprentice, how much Lady Bianca paid her, even how they planned to execute the blood swap on the Capital Board team!" I took the small book, flipping through the handwritten pages under the narrow beam of moonlight. The entries were meticulous, detailed, and utterly damning.

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam

I needed to see Mikey, so I told Chuks to drive over to my school at Taiwo Avenue. The cabin was starting to kill me, it was empty and Kaz and his guys did not return. I kept thinking about how to do what I had to do throughout the night, rolling in my not-so-comfortable bed. The man was a corrupt politician, he was responsible for the misery of a lot of people. I said all these things in my mind to justify what I was about to do, it never really got old, trying to rationalize taking a person's life, no matter how much they deserved it. For someone who committed a lot of murders in his life, I really could not get past the guilt, it's a sort of punishment I placed upon myself. After a while,

Jax pov I creep quietly in the darkness of the wealthy widow's estate. The moon shines at late night, casting its rays on the expansive garden. My heart races as I search for guards. My name is Jax, and I'm a thief looking for quick cash. The widow is currently unmarried, or so I think. Her husband died rich, and the estate is full of riches. I slip between the tall fence and proceed towards the back door. The lock is simple. I open it with my tools and push the door in softly. Silent in there.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

As for where she went, no one knew. Meanwhile, Philip returned to the hotel. Laurie and Dion were practicing, so Philip did not disturb them. He returned to the room and found that the female thief was writing something. Philip approached her and could not help his mouth from twitching after taking a look. This thief was actually writing a diary, full of thoughts on how to kill him. The entries were very detailed with many methods and backup plans. “This person is a genius.” Philip could not help praising before ignoring her. “Are you looking down on me? I’m telling you, if you don't let me go, I’ll definitely kill you! You’ll regret your decision!”

My mind leapt immediately to the worst possibility. The diary. They’d done it. Whoever had it—Dana, one of her little helpers, or some nameless opportunist—they’d sold it to a tabloid. Every page, every raw confession, every private thought about Leon, about the baby, about Dahlia’s manipulations, my rebirth—out there. I pictured headlines twisting my words into weapons, strangers dissecting my life like they were entitled to it. My throat felt tight. “Is it—” I swallowed. “Is it my diary? Did they—”

I walk to the door to check if it's locked. After checking it twice, I move to the window and lock it before losing the curtains. I look around to see if everything is set. And yes, we are good to read! I run to the cupboard and take the diary out. This diary smells like old times. I brush it a few times while walking to my bed. I lay in the most comfortable reading position I can find before opening the diary. 'Rily Dencer.' I turn the page and see a picture of a young girl. The picture has become yellow because of time maybe but still can't hide the beautiful lady beneath it.