Yuna Bad Thinking Diary Novels & Stories

I would rather die than be Luna of this pack. I wasn’t paying attention when I walked into the school because I ran into the last person I wanted to deal with today. Karen it just had to be Karen. “Watch where you are walking slave.” She smelled the air and she glared at me. Well shit! I knew she could smell Mike on me. “Why do you smell like Mike you bitch?” *slap* “He is mine and when I’m Luna, I’m going to love kicking you out of the pack.” “I can’t wait until you do! It will be the happiest day of my life!!” She was shocked that I had spoken to her. She quickly recovered and slapped me again. Then with her little minions she walked away. I walked to my locker to get my books for class. I

Bruce dropped the pride. Spoke slow, like each word cost him. "Celina, I was wrong. Hatred blinded me. I did love you—I was just too damn stupid to see it. After you left, I drowned in booze. But the more I drank, the more I missed you. I regret waking up too late. I know I love you now. Come back. I'll treat you right. You'll be the only Luna in my home." But he couldn't even look me in the eye.

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

For himself. He didn't wait for excuses. Just turned and walked away. The house was silent when he got home. His phone wouldn't stop buzzing—Sabina, nonstop. He didn't even check. Blocked her. The guilt hit hard. He'd destroyed the one person who truly loved him. Then Yuna's friend called again. "She majored in ballet because you said you liked it. That scar on her leg? She got it saving you." Jacob's eyes locked on the thing that started it all—the pink diary.

Zoe’s pov I swim deeper into the underwater ruin. The water feels cold around me. Old stone walls cover in green algae. My flashlight beam cuts through the dark. I see a big crack in the floor. I try to swim over it. But my foot slips. I fall through the crack. Water rushes past me as I drop. I hit a deeper chamber. Bubbles rise from my mouth. I kick to swim up. Something grabs my ankle. It's slimy and cold. I look down. A thick tentacle wraps around my leg. It's green and covered in slick mucus.

She closed the door behind her and smiled shyly. “Miss Jenna… can I talk to you for a minute?” I raised an eyebrow, setting my fork down. “Of course, Lily. Sit down.” She didn’t sit. Instead, she came closer, standing right beside my chair. Her cheeks were already flushed. “I can’t stop thinking about what happened in class,” she whispered. “The way you… touched yourself. The way Sophia took that big dildo. I’ve been soaked all morning.” Her honesty made my pussy throb instantly.

He stayed curled up under the covers, trembling like a tiny quail, his hands clamped over his mouth to muffle his sobs. A tidal wave of hatred and despair crashed over me. 'Why is Bill so irresponsible? Why does my baby have to suffer like this?' But I was dead—powerless. 'Luca, it's all my fault. Mommy failed you.'

My talent had benefit and much disadvantage, I couldn't concentrate on my studies anymore, I couldn't have friends, and I had to transfer schools once a person discover my gift, after transferring two schools, I finally adapt to it, I had headset, music prevent people's thoughts from disturbing me, but what of in class during teaching, I use my headphone under my winter cap following only what was written but not the words it was hard coping, my mom had helped too, she had reconstruct my room to be sound proof, and make sure I'm always in human free environment, our house was restricted to human movement, and my brother had help too by stopping his friends from visiting but this happened aft

Just that thought makes me feel nauseous. Mr. Fisher sits down behind his desk, adjusting the glasses on his face. “Talk to me.” “I know this isn’t going to make much sense, but I’m going to say it anyway. My sister is dating Thought, the immortal, which I know sounds crazy, but for some reason it’s true. And all these mental problems are his fault, and she didn’t warn me the entire time,” I exasperate, resting my elbows on his desk. It feels good to get this off my chest to someone who isn’t within my own hallucination.

Like I need to remember. Instantly I feel the familiar nausea and burn creep up my neck. I sit on the bathroom floor taking deep breaths. The harder I try to remember the more heat I feel and my head starts to pulsate. Like a migraine. Like my mother. I'm going insane just like her. Slowly losing my mind. "DIANA COFFEES READY" Bonnie shouts snapping me out of my thoughts. After quickly washing I throw on some joggers and trainers, pulling my long hair into a high pony tail. I grab my suitcase and head downstairs.