The Diary Of An Oxygen Thief Novels & Stories

Ronald just didn't want them to know it yet, he had everything planned for just the right moment. *In S.T.A.R Labs* Diana kept looking at the piece of paper, and she finally said," I have seen this paper before" "What?! Where?!", said Oliver. "It's a page from my diary!",said Diana. "Are you sure?!",asked Sam. Diana's cheek reddened as she said," Well, I write in it , everyday, so I am certain that this piece of paper is from my diary.My aunt had given it to me..... It has concealed writings, by which I mean.....that....you may write on this paper all you like, but you can conceal the main message! That's it! Light a fire!"

I whispered. Meg nodded. The walls were empty. There wasn't a single picture in sight. Minutes turned into hours, and frustration threatened to consume us. Just as the doubt began to seep into the room, Meg's eyes landed on a small diary hidden beneath a stack of papers in a box. Her fingers, now trembling slightly, reached out and delicately retrieved it. "I think this is it," Meg whispered, her voice barely audible. "Come look at this." On the cover were the initials A.M. written in block letters. A.M. Alec McCain.

There was a small popping noise, and the diary suddenly snapped open. “April 5, 368 AI,” a cool, female voice murmured and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The diary was floating in front of Jester, the pages turning along with the voice as if there was actually someone who was reading the entries aloud. Now, I am not someone who spooks easy, but I got shivers imagining that the ghost of the previous owner—instead of a spell, as Jester soon explained—was doing that.

he was quick to agree with that. After giving him a few directions, we pulled up in front of the bikers driveway and the garage door was open all the way and the two bikers were sitting in there drinking. they stared down at the car I was in as we stared back up at them. Mike said, " wow! you weren’t kidding." he handed me a small bottle of baby oil and the note that they wrote to me and said, " your going to need this oil because I think they're right. your going to become their bitch tonight." I took the baby oil and the note and got out of the car.

"Each time, it grows sweeter. Each time, your husband’s love seasons the meat. You are a exquisite vintage, my little bird. And I am so very thirsty." With a sudden, violent shove, the entity threw me forward. I hit the floor hard, my palms scraping against the loose floorboards I had just pried open. The diary—my precious lifeline—skidded across the stone and disappeared under the heavy wardrobe. I gasped for air, the oxygen burning my lungs like fire. I scrambled to my feet, spinning around to face the room. It was empty. The sunlight was streaming through the high windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The shattered vase of lilies lay on the floor, the water soaking into

He answered anyway. “What do you want, Tate?” Jaxon snapped, not trying to hide his disdain. “There’s a courier guy walking toward you right now. Just read whatever he gives you,” Tate said and ended the call. Jaxon smirked when he saw the courier coming closer. The man handed him Kai’s old diary from college days, bowed, and left. “Strange,” Jaxon muttered. Jaxon flipped open the diary, his eyes catching a page dated: 2022 He read the words slowly, letting each sentence sink in.

~Rose~ I had woken up to an empty apartment, still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I was stadning by the window with a cup of coffee in my hands, looking out over the city. The people were moving around beneath me, going to their destinations, and some, wondering what their destination was. How did my life take this turn? How did I go from making a living by stealing from people, to signing a contract, giving myself to a cold-hearted, gazilionare-CEO?

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

All their earlier promises meant nothing then. -------------- Dear Diary… It is a lonely place, a dungeon, when you are locked up on your own and left alone too. I guess he has a home to return to. And I have no wolf to talk to now either. Just four walls to look at. If this is how things go, I am likely to go insane… ----------------

“They found out I have the code. I don’t know how, but… I’ve seen them watching me. I’ve been followed. Two nights ago, someone tried to break into my place. I have to disappear, Lexi.” My voice trembled. “So what do you want me to do?” He handed her a single page—a torn scrap filled with symbols, numbers, and scribbled lines. It looked like chaos. “I need you to write this down. Copy it—exactly. Keep it somewhere safe. Somewhere no one would look. I’m burning this journal tonight. You’ll be the only person left with this.” I stared at the paper. My hands shook as I took it. “Pastor Dav…”