The Diary Of An Oxygen Thief Novels & Stories

I choked out hoarsely when Jamal briefly let me breathe, my voice trembling with fear and arousal. David smirked, slowly stroking his thick cock as he watched Troy grind deep and slowly into my soaked pussy. “Oh, my lovely cheating wife. Your filthy diary was better than any sex video I’ve ever watched. Every night I read how you let other men use you while I jerked off like a pathetic cuck. And these…” He pointed at the multiple hidden pinhole cameras in the ceiling corners, light fixtures, and even the headboard. “These are all over the house. Bedroom. Shower. Living room. Kitchen. Garage. I’ve watched every single time you got fucked like a desperate whore. Every load you swallowed. Every

I growle, shoving him hard against the glass wall until he gasps for air. Vance slumps against the glass, defeated and shaking, leaving the dropped journal lying wide open in the mud between our boots. I release his collar with a disgusted flick of my wrist, letting him slide down onto the gravel while my attention snaps downward toward the exposed pages of the fallen book. The dim moonlight filters through the greenhouse roof, illuminating the familiar, precise handwriting scrawled across the open paper entries. My breath catches sharply in my throat as I recognize the unmistakable script immediately, realizing it does not belong to any faculty member or council archivist. I drop to one kne

Quite unlike Hera who’s at the uppermost level of the building, Tina’s room was placed right at the bottom, at the farthermost corner of the ground floor, right next to the underground attic. Everything in it was structured in the same way as Hera’s, though with a slight difference that the wall was covered with pink sticker-wall, stars, minuscule and otherwise, were scattered in its surface, seemingly twinkling like that of the real one. As though that wasn’t enough, Tina had also made sure to hang her frames and the pictures of those she loved on the wall. Sticky notes of different colors were stacked beside them, filled with notes and tasks she would have to do for the week. They were mos

He looked at me, and he was boring holes in me. I couldn’t move and stand there like someone has pressed a pause button. But Damien move forward and bent to pick up the Diary in his hand. I didn’t know if he was aware of this diary or not. He opened the first page and his eyes get wide in recognition. It won’t need any rocket science to know whose diary it is as a big picture was attached on its first page. He close his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself, but I know I was doomed today.

Moving slowly, I slid my hand under my pillow and pulled out the old leather-bound diary. The weight of the book in my hands felt heavy, almost as if it were pulsing with dark secrets. I slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound, and crept toward the bathroom. Once inside, I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, breathing heavily. The only light came from the dim bulb overhead. It was casting a soft glow over the room. I placed the diary on the bathroom sink. My fingers brushed over its worn cover. That strange symbol embossed on the front, a triangle with three circles inside, seemed to mock me.

Gavin was off to the side flipping through a dusty book of old wolf totems when I saw it. My gaze landed on a small wooden chest. It was tucked behind a fallen box of training manuals. Unmarked, old, and carved into the front, barely visible beneath the dust, was a crescent moon etched into the wood. It looked more decorative than symbolic but it still made my fingers pause. The lock wasn’t sealed. It broke open too easily, with just the pressure of my thumb. That’s what unsettled me first. Someone wanted this found. Inside, folded between sheets of velvet and old perfume papers, was a diary.

When I turn eighteen and leave the orphanage, I can give them all to him at once. I hide the notebook in a crack between the cabinets and use a plastic ruler to retrieve it. I just got it out, but before I can hide it, Leya comes into the room. She's a normal girl and her butt isn't fat anymore; she's lost weight since we were ten. Leya doesn't know about the diary though, so I shove it under the mattress by the headboard and cover it with a pillow. Lucky, my talisman, sits next to my pillow. I know I can trust him.

The floorboard creaked under my foot like it had been waiting years to give up its secret. I froze in my mother's empty bedroom, dust motes swirling in the thin shaft of light from the shuttered window. The estate was still locked down tight after last night's chaos, but I could not sit still any longer. Answers about the heist that ruined my family had to be here somewhere. I dropped to my knees and pried at the loose board with trembling fingers. It lifted easier than expected. My heart slammed against my ribs as I reached into the dark space below. My hand closed around a worn leather diary, its edges cracked and faded. I pulled it out, flipping it open to the first page. Father's handwri

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

The two of them looked at each other and started running, I waited for them, watching them make that futile attempt to escape me, and in my mind I wondered if they knew what would come next, and how meaningless their attempting to escape was. "Why not just fight and die with your dignity still intact?" I whispered. Then in a flicker, I dashed towards them, catching the first and throwing him against a wall, I heard something crack and it was the bone of his thigh, the second one made a final attempt to redeem himself, he shoved down a wooden stake into my chest as I grabbed him by the neck and screamed loudly, I waited for him to let it all out before biting into his neck, my fangs pierced h