Yuna Bad Thinking Diary Novels & Stories

It was so unlike him to call her so many times but he still did. Heaving a heavy breath, Sia finally opened the drawer and took out John's diary from it. She did not want to read it but there must be a reason as to why Lara sent it to her. She had to find out the reason even if she did not want to. Sitting on the bed, Sia opened the diary and started reading. A sad smile crossed her lips when she turned the first page. It's title was ' Thoughts '. Sia chuckled out at how stupid he was. All of their names were written and his thoughts about them were written down under those names.

Luna reassured him with a smile, "I'll never leave you, bro, so you don't have to worry about me leaving you, this puppy looks so cute, why to fight over the things that already happened? Moreover it's not good to reject someone's gift, so let's accept it already." Zayn hummed, "since you like this puppy, I'll only allow once for him to give you a gift, next time I'll not allow it, only I can give you gifts, not anyone else" Luna chuckled. As a gust of wind swept through the room, the curtain got stuck between the windows. Zayn got up from the bed, closed and locked the windows properly, but in the process, a diary fell to the floor. He picked up the diary and held it, and Luna rushed over t

Yuna’s thoughts were interrupted when Sun called her many times to get her attention, “Yuna… Yuna… Can you hear me?” Yuna shook her head to clear the thoughts about the boy. She nervously replied, “Sorry about that. I was lost in thought.” Sun hadn’t been in the household for too long, but she knew how Yuna was. It was normal for her to get lost in thought, but she never knew what she was thinking about. She finally decided to ask, “About what? Mind telling me?”

Maybe this is what I need right now. Wait.. what the heck am I thinking! I can’t be taken over by this stupid mate bond. I am no Luna! Get it together Hallie, I tell myself, ignoring my wolfs whimpers. "I'll think about it," I say finally. "But I can't promise anything."

His eyes flash with excitement. “Yes, boss.” I swallow thickly. “Good. You're late for your next appointment.” He dismisses me. I walk back to my room on shaking limbs. Amar Diamandis is a fucking Greek god in the real, big bad world. This plan of selling my virginity better fucking work, or I'm as good as dead. But if his family comes from money, then why is he so eager to get me to pay him back? Fear creeps its nasty little self back up my spine. “Hi, my name's YINA.” I close my eyes and bow, getting on my knees. “I am here for your pleasure.” A new wave of nausea slams into me.

I'm 10 on the scale of hotness -B Yeah, if u are counting till 100 -C Why do you think I'm so bad? -B Why do you think I'm suicidal? -C Because I saw you, seconds before you would've jumped from that building -B Ugh ur so annoying! -C My pleasure. Anyhow you aren't up to anything idiotic, now r u? -B Why do you care. -C Answer. The. Question -B I don't talk to strangers, bye. -C

She tried to respond, but the words came out thin and unsteady. I turned it higher.A soft, strangled sound escaped her before she could stop it. Her free hand shot under the table, gripping the edge of the chair so tightly her knuckles went white. She shot me a desperate look across the room—pleading, furious, helpless. I just smiled and gave the dial another slow click. “Gosh, I just want to see her lose herself to me,” I whispered. She was squirming now, trying to keep her composure while the toy buzzed relentlessly inside her. Every time she shifted, I could see it hit her harder. The guy finally noticed something was off and asked if she was all right. Chloe managed a tight nod, voice ba

Why can't I remember anything? I put my index fingers on both sides of my head and slightly massage the corners of my head. What a horrible dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and grab my phone before heading downstairs. I start texting Kali. Me : I had a terrible dream last night. There was a girl who looked exactly like me except her eyes were completely black. Kali : You have an evil alter ego? Me : Very funny. Kali : I'll pick you up at 1p.m and you can tell me all about it.

I opened the diary to the year where I met Pietro. February 27, 2001. I closed my eyes and tried recalling his face. Whitney sat down while looking at me, she waits patiently. I closed the door and hugged the opened diary. I knelt down and started thinking of that year. Slowly, I started chanting To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my forlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction

David's snoring in the bed beside me, oblivious to what had happened. His arm slung over the pillow where my head should be. But I'm here, in the dim glow of my phone screen, scribbling this out in my diary, because if I don't, it'll eat me alive. Today wasn't just a slip; it was a dive, headfirst into something I've been circling for months. Or years, if I'm honest. ***** At Zephyra Art Gallery, I didn't just let it happen. I started it. Me. Poppy. The good wife, the one who packs David's lunch with snacks, fruit and love notes. What the hell is wrong with me?