The Sober Diaries Novels & Stories

Almost in tears, I choked out, “Where… where am I supposed to go? I have no one and no money.” “I don’t care!” He yelled at me, making me flinch. Then his lips curled into a cruel smirk. “I read your diary, River. I know about those suicidal thoughts you keep scribbling down. Maybe now’s the best time to do the world a favor… and see it through, yes?” The floor tilted beneath me. My throat burned with unshed tears as the words sank deep into my bones. This was it. My life was over.

He cleared his throat dramatically and started reading from his phone. “‘I can’t get enough of them. Caspian fucks me so deep I forget how to breathe. Luka’s tongue on my clit makes me shake until I can’t see straight. And Asher… God, when he takes me from behind I feel completely owned. Sometimes I wonder if I’m addicted to them. If I’m becoming someone I don’t even recognize.’” Oh my God, my diary, the words I’d poured out in the safety of my own room now broadcast for the entire school.

I am aware that some are already asleep by this time but sleepiness is not approaching me. I decided to get my diary and write what happened on my day. Dear diary, It is undeniably a long and tiring day yet I am still awake. I am not just physically tired but also mentally and emotionally. I’m drained and I don’t know how to get back. I badly want to be alone but I know... I just really want to be found. Save me... those were the words I wanted to shout yet I know, no one is willing to save me. They would not save me. I am lost. Please... hear me. Yet many are deaf. Please... look at me but they were all blind.

I opened the diary to the year where I met Pietro. February 27, 2001. I closed my eyes and tried recalling his face. Whitney sat down while looking at me, she waits patiently. I closed the door and hugged the opened diary. I knelt down and started thinking of that year. Slowly, I started chanting To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my forlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction

Death was right, but the person who caused it would suffer from remorse until he died. Pictures taken of a beautiful birthday celebrated and a picture of a happy family... Demir looked at his watch while sitting on the terrace. It was : and tonight was the end. The day came when he would put his daughter alive in the grave. He took the last sip of his drink and stood up. She staggered to her daughter's room. He grabbed the door handle. He didn't have the courage to open it. He lowered the handle of the door and walked slowly towards his daughter. He was sleeping peacefully. He had told his daughter, his life, everything, one by one, about his plans for tomorrow. He listened and agreed, cryin

She was duped once more about her devotion to the royal family. On the short break for the taping session, Terrence sat on the bench and picked his ballpen and notebook from his bag. He began to write sentences on the thing he was holding with dates and titles. It was his personal diary. He named it "Diary of a Billionaire's Son", since he was the heir to a billionaire's property. All events were put in there. His achievements, tragedies, and realities in life, including bad instances. No one ever read it, because it was his exclusive memorabilia written by himself as his daily routine.

With tears still running through her face, she continued reading the last page of her diary. Dear Thyago's Notes: Tonight, my heart was wallowing in pain. I feel like dying little by little. Why couldn't this feeling just go away 'coz it hurts a lot I can't take it any longer.

I have to get closer to his body, maybe used his hand to block the wind. I cried as I did, especially since Ryan's eyes were still open, staring right into my soul. "Don't give me that look." I pushed at his head, causing it to make a cracking sound. And again I throw up. I looked at him; I don't know what I was feeling then. ‘Do spirits really haunt people?’ ‘Daddy won't like this if anyone ever found out I killed someone.’ The smell of burning flesh almost killed me. I lost everything from my stomach at that, and even when it was empty, I was still throwing up.

Altar said. "Will you be okay?" Diego was worried about his shoulder. "Tomorrow ill probably be at fifty percent" Altar smiled at Diego,"thats more than enough to take on the world"