The Sober Diaries Novels & Stories

Tears run down my cheeks. “Breed me… Daddy… Please…” Orgasm rips through my body, tearing me apart just to build me back up and break me all over again. I remain collapsed in bed, shuddering. Teeth gritting. Breath escaping my throat as hard gasps. “Please…” I curl up in bed, sobbing. Senses returning after my insanity. Damn the consequences, the only ‘Good Girl’ I want to be right now, is Dominic Mercer’s. Slowly, I crawl to the drawer and pull out my little pink diary, uncork the pen, and start scribbling. Even I am jealous of how the tip of the pen fuck the paper so well, leaving its fluid along each trail.

I speak out, rubbing his back He pulls out from me and then picks up the bottle of wine to sip again, I quickly draw closer to him and reach out for the wine "Let me be, I want to be sober!!!" He screams out loud and falls on the floor wiping so hard At this point, I feel so helpless; I want to help him at the same time I feel so scared to touch him. I stood for a while then bent down to the floor where he was sobbing and drinking silently I move closer to him, pull out the drink from his hands softly He looks so hapless and so sober "I don't know what to say but I am sorry"

my work is crashing, if not from Mrs Anderson, and Lucy, and some core members from work, I don't know what my office would look like. everyone at work knows something is wrong with me, they know I haven't been myself recently. they think it's cuz I'm going through a rough heartbreak, but in reality that's not what's happening, I'm slowly dying, I'm losing myself, nothing seems to go well for me, I'm even losing contracts with good companies that I should be working with. seems like dad was right I'm a terrible CEO. today I woke up and decided to be sober, I decided I wasn't going to do any drugs, I wanted to get my life back together, I had a lot to take care of and I need it to get it done

Bella's POV: "Grief. That's what my life has turned into," I said, my voice a soft tremor echoing my inner turmoil. "I went from being a depressed teenage dirtbag who experimented with every single drug she could find at 14. Then I got myself into a rehab where I met a little girl who became my best friend. I got better for her, so she would know she could leave and not die in there like others. She managed to get out, but then she passed away a year and a half ago. The girl I got better for, the reason I fought so hard, passed away. They say you should get better for yourself, but what good is it if you have no one to celebrate your progress with? I mean, I should be proud of myself, and I

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

She sob and weep non stop. Her tears drenches Hermonies once dry clothes. Her continous cries and weeps also fill the room. They resound loudly and echo's non stop. Today really out turns horrible than desired. I eye scan Hermonies room. I observe the ongoing scinerio. It sure is an unpleasant one. My eyes darkens. My expression also darkens and drops. I run my sweaty slippering palm along my hair. I sigh dejected. Guilt clouds me. It clouds my every thoughts, thinking and imagination.

So, I decided to open it. I sat on the bed and opened the dairy and started reading about my old foolish self. DEAR DIARY … I hear the call buzzing on the top of my bed, having more than 20 missed calls from my toxic “so called” friends. Waking up this morning was like waking from a dream to reality check of my life. Sitting on the side of my bed and thinking about last night was a horror film that is moving in my head and another call from “the friends”. I was too angry to talk to anyone at that point of time and just prayed to God to make me disappear from this selfish world.

I am afraid of my demons wanting to sling her on my shoulders and take her back to the penthouse and show her how much I missed her but the small and sane part of me hissed at me to keep my ugly parts and demons away from her and the beautiful moments we are breathing in. Fay Moore is the only one who encourages that sane part of me to grow big and pushes away the demons lurking in front.

"It's past midnight, bro." "I know. I know. I just..." Diam face-palmmed himself, then looked up at his friend. "...I needed to talk to someone." "Whiskey?" "Nah. I'm feeling a tad tipsy already." "You've been drinking?" "I had to. I feel like I'm losing my sanity!" Diam rasped, ruffling his already ruffled hair. Fred was surprised at his reactions. He'd never seen Diam looking so disturbed and disoriented. Dane Diam was never one who would let anything get to him this much. He'd rather get rid of it than let it become a nuisance.

Taylor Someone was playing a bass drum inside my head. That was the only explanation for the pain I was in as I forced myself to open my eyes. I wished last night was a blur. I wished I didn’t remember everything I said or did, but I do, so embarrassment came with the memories. I kissed Isaac. Hell, I threw up on Isaac. He never said anything, but I knew he had to be mad. If the tables were turned I’d be mad. I glanced down at the foot of the bed and saw that he wasn’t there. That was where he was lying when I fell asleep. He didn’t even bother taking me home. Not that I could blame him with the vomit and all. Throw in the fact that Blakely had my keys, purse, and phone and it made even more