Witchy Diary Novels & Stories

I took her hand and lead her back to the bedroom… ------------ Dear Diary… Well, I managed to have a decent nap. Then I needed to cool down again, only for Azaria to get things all hot and flustered again. She is beyond humiliating. Why did I get given such a weird wolf?! Do they not give out normal wolves? She might be gifted, but her mind is warped! She likes to push her voice through me to share her dirty thoughts, though this time I think Tate’s wolf, Odyn was joining in because that deep voice was not the usual voice I am used to from Tate. It was definitely more deep, more rough than his. But the things they were saying to each other… cringe! Seems Odyn is as dirty minded as Az. So the

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

Her thoughts drifted, circling that dangerous edge, where fear blurred into curiosity, and curiosity into something deeper, something harder to name. Because somewhere, buried beneath all her resistance, was a question she didn’t want to ask out loud: What would it feel like… to let go that completely? Chloe shut her eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly, as if trying to steady herself. Then, after a long pause, she lifted the diary again. Her thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” she whispered. And she opened the diary. ______ Episode 47 – Locked in the Office

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 wonder as I try to pull away again but to no avail. "I'm sorry. "I whisper before saying the incantation that releases his hand and throws him across the lawn; he hits the grass as I run to the door, another growl sounding out, but this time no screams follow. I twist the handle frantically. Mom, grandma, where are you? The door is closed, and it does not budge. I step back, take a deep breath, and whisper another spell to open the door, but it repels, striking me; I stumble back before regaining my footing. That is right because all werewolves have their witches who protect them. I grunt, feeling the side effects of the repelled spell. The growl sounds again as I start pounding on the doo

How trashy, but fitting for a girl like her. 'Why can't you see the type of person she is.' Her pictures say it all. A wh*re, that only knows how to party. I bet she secretly has sugar daddies, or what if you were her sugar parent without knowing it? 'I can't let this happen to you.' She's not even friends with you on F******k. 'Don't you find that strange?' 'She has an I*******m?' With her real name, Olivia Wright. More like Olivia 'Slight', she's living a double life.

But as nothing happened, she placed the writing utensils back on the desk where she took them, nicely placed the magic diary back in the drawer, and laid her head on the pillow. “It’s definitely a magic diary, from my mom and dad. Who are trying to tell me something,” she said, smiling at the hawk. “And the ink, as it’s not made of ice, has no effect.” The hawk this time, unlike the other times, made a quite loud enough sound the echo was heard throughout the room ... and maybe even in the corridors. The girl got scared, but at the same time she laughed. “You agree with me,” the girl sat up again happily. “It’s certainly something written in that diary, given that those letters appeared. And

She shuffled through the notes and found the one with his numbers on it. She brought out her phone and quickly copied the number before storing bit safely among her contacts. She shrugged her shoulders as she walked back to the counter. She had just settled down when she sensed Jackson behind her. Jackson had heard the ladies discussion about how Lucia had given Roberto a cold shoulder and how she had claimed to have heard everything they were discussing a out her. He had merely smiled at their ignorance. They never knew that Lucia here was a powerful witch cum wolf who had the power and ability to destroy them with just a thought in her heart.

The first page was blank and a sigh left her lips, but her heart resumed its marathon again as she reached forward to the next page. " Hey, I'm Nora. Nora Luke and I'm an omega. My father is the lake pack former beta and one of the unlucky she-wolf out there. If you come across this diary, note that it's my personal property and I'll expect you to respect my privacy because it holds my secrets and feelings,"

I had taught witches just worked with the earth but after coming here, I’ve realized that our dna is different from that of humans and so we are able to control the elements and every creature in it. “So, you are basically easy prey to those of us who grew up knowing all there is to know about all kinds of supernatural beings” she say playing with the ends of her hair. “Get to the point!” I scream, tired of her nonsense. “What makes you think that you are not a prey in the eyes of Damian?” she asked with a smirk and I wanted nothing more than to wipe out that smirk of hers. “Go to hell” I reply before storming out of there, with no interest in whatever she has to say anymore.