The Darkest Diaries

The Darkest Diaries

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Date: unknown Time: unknown My Dear Dark Diary, I’ll have you know that I DO NOT like writing, but who else would listen to me? Ever since I was born I was always considered different. I grew up with people dying all around me, everywhere I looked everything was so…mortal. I mean it’s been 116 years and that’s right, next year I will be 117. So you have probably guessed by now that I am immortal, congratulations, would you like a gold star? So you can take a guess at what I am. Vampire, I vant to suck your blood, haha they are overrated. Am I a witch? Nope. How about I drank some immortality potion…wrong again. Brace yourself, I am…a goddess of love, and torture. So stay tuned human, because you are in for a world of hurt. Love, Valentine
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In the gloomy town of Deathmoure, located amidst misty landscapes, people possessed an unusual trait - they couldn't inflict death on anyone, including themselves. It was a pacifist's dark utopia but for my grieving heart of a white widow, it was a prison - a sanctuary of despair. Needing a path out of this grief-stricken existence, I began my search for a reaper who could aid in my departure. With the newly arrived reaper, broad-shouldered with a charismatic, sly charm that was hard to withstand, I found myself engulfed in a bizarre investigation. Mysterious events began occurring within our rainy town, pointing indirectly toward my mysterious reaper. Amidst this chaos, an unlikely sentiment blossomed within me - love. As the investigation deepened, so did the connection between me and my reaper. It was an unexpected twist, a cosmic joke. I was no longer an icy fortress but a hopeful woman, falling in love with the man who was uncovering the darkest secrets of the people around me. The fighting spirit dormant for so many years in me, now roared to life. August 2023 #1 in dieforyou

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