Sad Kitten Diary の小説・ストーリー

Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.

Nick picked up a blue diary. He desperately opened it and turned to the first page. That wasn’t it. Nick tossed it aside and found the black journal. He turned to the first page. He exhaled when he realized that it was a continuation of the red one he had read. Nick sat Indian style and zoomed in on the entry.

He clamped her pink nipples between his fingers and started pulling at them, as he sucked on her earlobe. “Stephan, please stop,” my mother begged, yet she rolled her hips against his bulge. My stomach twisted. But this was different. It wasn’t that bitter feeling, but rather a tingling sensation that made juice begin to leak. “I met you first,” Uncle Stephan said, pinching her nipples harder. My mother let out a moan and rolled her waist harder. “I want to fuck you so badly.” Uncle Stephan’s voice was rough, heavy with need. “Let me fuck you Sarah, we’ve already done it once let’s do it again.”

Grayson looked at Sandra's and Bobby's tear-streaked faces and reluctantly stepped aside to let them in. Bobby immediately spotted the little cakes on the table and reached for them, only to be yanked back by Sandra. Under his mother's fierce gaze, he lowered his head, whining, "Daddy, I was wrong. I shouldn't have scribbled on your work files…" Seeing Bobby's pitiful expression, Grayson was momentarily reminded of Alicia crying, and his heart softened. But then panic flared again—where were Alicia and I? Why hadn't we returned home so late?

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

The frames of my round-rimmed glasses cracked as the weight of her heels came down on my cheek, squashing my skull into the soft earth. I squirmed helplessly on the field. As an omega, I stood no chance against the Pack beauty's claws. "Dearest diary," Cathy continued, "Today is day 987, I watched him eat frosty chocolate out of the pint. He loves frosty chocolates in secret. I wish he'd eat it off my nipples..." Again, their little group of friends jeered. Fully entertained. "Fuck, what are you? A psycho stalker whore desperate to get laid? Just like your mother?"

one of them gasped, wiping at her eyes, “I swear, this is like reading a romance novel written by a clown.” Katie flipped her hair over her shoulder, smirking. “Oh, it’s better than that. It’s her.” Her finger pointed straight at me. “Cassie,” she said loudly, “your diary has some… interesting material. Really creative. Bold of you, ghostie.” “Katie, I–” I was cut off by Katie’s laughter. Katie held up one page between her manicured fingers. “Ladies, listen to this part.” She cleared her throat dramatically and read out loud.

Author's note: Hello my beloved readers , am so sorry for the late update but l have been busy with exams but just know that I love you. whewstvhwsttvhwat Mr Heyes how are you?", After

I tried to open the diary but it has a number lock, I used her birthday and birth month but it didn't opened, I used her year of birth it also didn't worked I used her friends birthdays and everything nothing worked, for a trial I thought of checking my birthday, I know she won't use mine but I did just for kind of satisfaction but strangely it worked, so her password is my birthday but why she used my birthday instead of all the people she loved I opened the diary, all the things are about her fun doing with her friends, she wrote about our meeting in elevator and about her first kiss too wahhh she called me cute, then why she never said that infront of me, girls are way mysterious this is

“You can read my diary for now.” The boy opened the diary, looked at it and became sad like a cat that is outside and the rain started. “There isn’t anything written in it. I hope you didn't fool me.” The girl got scared. She left the hawk alone and ran quickly to the boy who looked at her in a way too serious to be a joke. She took the magic dairy in her hand, looked in it, and took a deep breath. “Can’t you see what it’s written?” “I can’t see anything. What should I see?”