Witchy Diary Novels & Stories

"Everyone is talking about Sha." "I know." "They are saying she confessed to everything." "I know." "They are saying she is crazy." "I know." Tasha pushed off the wall and walked to the table and sat down. "They are saying you made her look crazy." I looked at her and my voice was flat. "She made herself look crazy." "Did she?" "She confessed to being a witch. She confessed to starting the fire. She confessed to locking me in that room." "And you made them think she was insane."

Lucy asked as if everyone wasn’t already paying her attention, then she jumped on one of the tables, which bared her legs on full display for everyone to see. I wonder what trouble she has to create now? But, what she did next took my breath away. She pulled out MY diary! My personal diary that has almost everything written in it, which I don’t say to anyone. It has my secrets, my wishes and my fantasies. Oh Lord! I jumped out of my seat as I tried to grab my diary back, "Hey, that is my diary! Give it back to me," I yelled at Lucy and she just smirked at me in her evil way as she dodged my hand.

Second page had another small nore ," Hey dear diary , you know what I am really lazy but i still wanted to wrie down some important things and moments i wanna remeber so i am not gonna talk to you daily . I will talk to you only when i have beans to spill . Otherwise my life is boring you won't be interested at all ,Don't mind . Cynthia smiled reading the note she suspected whoever this Natasha is she is really kinda funny . Cynthia then turned to page 3 , there was still no daily update it was another small note actually kinda big . "Okay I was just about to pack you up , but then I thought I should introduce you to myself . My name is Natasha warraich . I know you saw it on the first pag

Dear Diary, From the very first day I became a vampire, I hated my life and I always thought that God was punishing me for still choosing to work in the tavern even though he did not like it. I stayed in that empty cave alone with nowhere to go after leaving the town. During those lonely days it felt as if death would have been a better option, because there was nothing happy or interesting about life anymore. Until my sister, Dana found me. I call her my sister because from the very first day I met her, that is all she has been to me. She gave me a home with a nice big room, she gave me comfort, she gave me love, and she took me on so many wonderful adventures. It was on one of our adventur

Whitmore stands gaping at my diary. "Oh, wow! I didn't know you were a fan of Miss.OG, Ms. Sanders." He said turning the pages and reading my oh-so-difficulty collected handiwork. I sighed in relief. Good, the jerk hasn't figured it out yet. So I decided to play along. "Yes Sir. I'm a really big fan of hers. Well, you know hormonal teenagers, exam and college stress and all that..." I trailed off, laughing nervously. He frowned, thinking. And I took the opportunity to grab a hold of my diary and make a run for it. I snatched the diary from his hands and turned tail.

She took the time to read the diary. 'On this day, I got to know that Lord Czar and I will soon to be parents. The news gave chills down my spine. Lord Czar was beyond delighted to know about the arrival of the babe. But there was something he was hiding inside his deep blue eyes. As time passed I slowly understand what he meant. Witches were running by my side, each night I get to see the evil nightmares...the evil killing my child. But it was he who stayed by my side until there was a war he was going to. Leaving me behind, he took off. I suffered alone...the witches helped me much to keep me sane. The wolf growing inside me was a furious one. Sometimes it gave me energy other times it con

Dear Diary, I think I've finally processed everything that happened fully and yet I still have no idea what to do. Anna won't tell me what's wrong, Rory had been extremely hot and cold, and honestly I don't even see a point in bringing the girl from the party into this. How on earth has my life turned into this mess of time in less than a week of college? Today was our final day of orientation and god was I excited for it to be over. The sexual tension between me and Rory was enough to make me wanna fuckin scream. Clearly you have no idea what I'm talking about, but you will soon enough.

I say while she flips her hair, dramatically, and walks out of the class with Chaos and Fire following at her heels. I sigh now, bringing out a journal from my bag and open it. It was my diary, you know, months before I relapsed and had to be locked up in an institution, for the safety of the animals in this school and good people outside it. Inside was me sounding like some perfectly happy female, talking about how Dana got a C in a test and I was sure she had given our geography teacher a kiss, as he had always asked to pass and about how Tyler was the best thing after Pops, because he had given me a new bracelet as usual, for our six month anniversary.

Meh, right? Then there was the diary. Meg’s diary. I’d found it by accident one day while cleaning. I didn’t read much, just a few lines, but they’ve stuck with me. She wrote about pain, about betrayal, about things that didn’t make sense at the time. She talked about how she wished she could just end her miserable omega existence and how she missed her best friend Jax and her world, Red was too weak.

The desk felt cold in my palms. My blouse hung shredded around my elbows. My skirt bunched around my waist, still twisted. My heels were gone-I didn't even know when. Nick dragged a hand down my back "Look at you. Still dripping" "I can't stop," I whispered. "You don't want to stop," Jake corrected. He leaned in, whispering filth in my ear., “You love being filled. You love how we use your body."