Witchy Diary Novels & Stories

I imagine grabbing her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat and choking her lightly while I fuck her harder. My hips snapping forward to bury myself in her hilt. “Fuck professior, I’m going to f…fucking cum. Please, I want to cum professor.” Anna cums undone while her body is shaking as she squirts into the cushion as her ass spasms around my invading cock. That pushes me over the edge. In the fantasy, I roar and flood her ass with hot cum as pulse after pulse filling her up until it leaks out around my shaft. Back at the couch, my own release hits me.

One hand was beneath my skirt, and the other was on the wheel. My c00chie was already getting wet from her touch when she abruptly pushed my p@nties aside and inserted her fingers inside. As two of her fingers pierced my pvvsy hole, I m0@ned, "Fvvvk." " I just can't wait to have u again. Lexi, please just try and come on Monday," she said as she brought out her fingers from under my legs and brought it to her mouth licking up my pvvsy juice on her fingers.

He grabbed all the diaries and threw them at my feet. Suddenly, all the diaries started flying around me. They were circling around me. My eyes went wide as the diaries started burning. In no time, all the diaries were turned into ashes. There was a spark of blue light literally standing in front of me. I gasped loudly as that spark threw itself on me. I was expecting unbearable pain. But inside, my body absorbed that spark.

“You know how you asked me how I knew Luca? I… want to tell you everything.” She closed her diary, leaning forward. “I met him in a healing school. We'd stare at each other from across the room but he never did make a move. So I did. I summoned the courage to go talk to him when I couldn't stand the tension anymore. He… he blew me off. Understandably. He was an Alpha's son and so had a lot of she-wolves trying to get their pretty fingers on him. I think he saw me in that light too—an impudent she-wolf who didn't know her place.”

I was outside mowing the yard under the hot summer sun which left Chrissy to do what bratty little sisters do -- go through big sister's stuff. Chrissy went back into Mom's bedroom. "Hmmmm, I wonder if she still keeps a diary. She used to keep it right here," she said as she opened Mom's nightstand drawer. "Son of a bitch! She still keeps a diary!" she chuckled as she pulled the booklet out of the drawer. She sat down on the edge of the bed and started to flip through the pages. "Let's see what sis is really up to these days."

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.

Then Diana. "Hello! I'm Diana Witchetta Faulkner, I'm 14 years old, obviously Faulkners are from the Southwoods. What else hmm...Oh! I'm an ash-gray wolf, I love deer meat, I love the river, and I love you Sir!" She squealed and went back to her seat, covering her face. The others started teasing and laughing and Sir Roman looked even more pleased. I pat her back. "There, there, you're okay." I hope.

“It’s much better than when I’m fighting witches or scaring you from shifting.” “Well, I don’t mind you fighting witches. It kept me safe. And I’m slowly getting used to your shifting.” Maddox stroked the burnished softness of her hair, brushed his fingers along the slender line of her arm. “What happened with the witch?” she asked. He was hoping she wouldn’t want to know. Could she deal with the prophecy? Or would she be scared and rush away again? “The witch is fine,” he said. “Her name is Diana. Right?”

He cleared his throat dramatically and started reading from his phone. “‘I can’t get enough of them. Caspian fucks me so deep I forget how to breathe. Luka’s tongue on my clit makes me shake until I can’t see straight. And Asher… God, when he takes me from behind I feel completely owned. Sometimes I wonder if I’m addicted to them. If I’m becoming someone I don’t even recognize.’” Oh my God, my diary, the words I’d poured out in the safety of my own room now broadcast for the entire school.

She really had. But every time she looked out the window and saw Marcus next door. The tall, broad-shouldered neighbor with that deep voice and the way he looked at her like he wanted to devour her. Her body betrayed her. Her pussy would throb, her nipples would harden, and her mind would spiral into filthy fantasies she had no right to have. Tonight, the ache was unbearable. With trembling hands, Emma carried her phone into the bedroom. She propped it up against the pillows on the bed, adjusted the angle so it would capture everything, and hit record. The small red light blinked on like a dirty little secret.