Witchy Diary Novels & Stories

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

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

I step back behind the bar and pick up my glass. “Babycakes.” I smile at her when she enters the room. She looks at me awkwardly. “Yes, boss.” “Do you know whose dick you just blew?” I ask her, taking a sip from my glass. “No.” She replies with a deep, frustrated sigh. I didn't think she would. What would a seventeen-year-old runaway know about Amar Diamandis?

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I wanted to be her when I was younger, and even when I got older, I found myself wishing I could have half her poise. I find her old field hockey stick, her soccer uniform, the beading kit she used to make dozens of necklaces and bracelets for her friends, her CDs, her journals. I have to fight the urge to sit on her bed and read all her inner teenage angst. Instead, I find a better hiding place for them at the top of her closet. As I'm rooting around up there, I find a box I don't recognize and bring it down. Inside is a treasure trove of objects she shouldn't have—a weed pipe, matches, a lighter, notes from boys, a phone she must've snuck into the house. Evidence of her rebellious phase wh

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

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

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.