Witchy Diary Novels & Stories

“She wasn’t, like, interested-interested. She just wanted to know how you showed up at school and how we became friends so quickly.” I nodded, but a smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. “If she wasn’t interested, she wouldn’t be asking about me, man. I don’t care what you say. She’s curious, and that’s a start.” Jackson rolled his eyes and let out a laugh. “Don’t get your hopes up too high, Austin. I’m telling you, she’s just nosy. And stay away from her best friend while you’re at it, she’s toxic.”

“Look what I dug up our teen diaries from that first summer here!” Betty’s eyes widened as I pulled out two worn notebooks. “Oh god, no. Don’t read those. I was such an angsty mess.” “Too late,” I teased, flipping one open. “‘Dear Diary, Daisy is so confident with her camera. Wish I could be like her. She makes this stepsister thing feel… nice. Safe. Maybe too safe?’ Hmm, interesting.” Betty snatched it, laughing embarrassedly. “Give that back! Yours probably says I was a boring bookworm who followed you around like a puppy.”

She sat next to Lorena and the both of them looked through a scroll and I continued to look through Chelsea's diary. ***************************** Dear Diary, I just recently found out what I am. The thought of it scares me. I ask myself every day why it has to be me. I'm just thirteen. My protector is trying to be supportive about all this but I can tell he's worried as well. I really don't know much about my job but my protector promised to tell me more soon. I don't know why he's being so secretive but I just have to trust him. He knows this better than anyone.

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I mutter under my breath as the lock clicks open. ‎ ‎Inside is exactly what I expect from Hazel. Everything is arranged with that same obsessive neatness she applies to every other part of her life, notebooks stacked carefully, loose pages tucked into folders. The diary was the first thing I looked for. After the page Tiffany exposed went viral, it was impossible not to connect it back to Jaxon.

I didn't get a chance to answer before Sierra continued her accusations. “Look here! It says that you are a hybrid! A half witch and a half werewolf! So tell me how you thought you could lie to the entire school and have us believe that those witches from earlier were nothing but a coincidence?! If you have the entire school fooled then I have news for you! I am not fooled one bit! I see through your deceptions, Anaya, and I am going to single handedly bring you down if it is the last thing I did!” Sierra yelled at me as she shoved my diary in my face. I reached to grab it and it was placed back in the backpack I didn't notice that she had with her.

She did not want to read anything explicit about their parent’s relationship. ‘Good choice, sis. I’ll read that on my own later.’ ‘Brandon, that’s disgusting.’ The wolf chuffed. ‘Mom wouldn’t put anything too graphic in her diary. She knew we’d read it someday.’ ‘How do you know that?’ ‘You just read it.’ Bree looked back at the book. I dedicate this diary to my future children. I want you to know that I love you dearly. I am a witch, just like my mom and her mother, and all the women before her.

My freaking diary. Just go ahead and kill me now. "No, Jake! Put that back! That's private." I cried. "Nope. In order to punish you, I'm going to read some of your deep dark secrets, out loud," he said and gave me an evil smile. What did I say? He is the spawn of Satan. "You can't!" I gripped my towel with one hand and tried to grab the diary with the other. But he stood up and held it over his head so I couldn't reach it.

As a she-wolf with a soft heart, only her status as an Alpha’s daughter had saved her from ridicule and worse. “There’s something else,” Diana said, startling me. “Have either of you seen my diary? It’s a small purple book with a lock.” Lisa was shaking her head. “I haven’t.” Should I lie? I swear my falsehoods were becoming smoother the more practised I became. Instead, avoiding the question, I volunteered to help her look for it. “I may just take you up on that,” she replied. I couldn’t wait to ditch Lisa and see what transpired.

It's not a whole lot of fun being the center of the displeasure of fifty-odd witches of varying power, so I suffered. Oh believe me, I suffered. Every day, every moment, every breath. I, Sydlynn Hayle, sixteen-year-old All-American girl, was a witch. My mom was a witch. My grandmother was a witch, if a crazy one. My sister, my mom's best friend and every single other person in my life, much to my disappointment, fell in that category, with a couple of exceptions. Lucky me. Except I spent my entire life wanting nothing more than to be normal, average, ordinary and just like everyone else.