1st Dork Diaries Book Novels & Stories

she scowls at me as I stretch feeling my body ache due to the weird posture it was in for heavens knows how long. Isn't it already obvious? I can't believe I have been dreaming about the thirtieth book when the old pamphlet in front of me that is wrinkled is the only thing I remember picking from the shelf when I entered inside the damn thing. I must have been tired after the whole crying. "What time is it?" I ask. "It's nine in the morning." Dhalia replies. "What the fuck!" I exclaim horribly. I have been inside here than I imagined.

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𝘿𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡’𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧. 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙧𝙖�

I blurted after a few more minutes of silence and Dorian's lips only quirked in response. frustration brimmed under my skin but all that evaporated when Dorian finally stopped in the parking lot of a movie theatre, its marquee glowing in the evening light. i squinted at the board in front displaying the play. The Boys In the Band. my eyes widened in shock because...that was my fucking favorite book! it had gone missing on my bookshelf a few weeks ago and I couldn't ask anyone in the frat house about it because well, it was a gay movie and I could as well scream my sexuality from a rooftop instead of asking them.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!"

I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the cool floor, knees drawn up. That’s when I saw it. Tucked under the bottom shelf, half-hidden in dust, lay a familiar notebook. The same kind Doris used to carry everywhere before she regained her voice. I quickly reached out, picked it up, and brushed off the dust on the cover. Memories flooded in—Doris scribbling in it during quiet moments, biting her lip in concentration. I smiled for half a second, then flipped it open. Most pages were simple notes to Henry. A few toward the end mentioned Ryder. But when I turned back to the very first pages, my blood ran cold.

“It’s titled, ‘A dance of ice and fire’.” The book was the first thing I got after I drank the potion. It’s one of the oldest children's books written on Lycan’s lore. I loved it as a kid, Davies loves it, too. I’m pretty sure she will, too. I want to hope that when she reads it, she will remember me.

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.

What is written inside it? She did not sleep. She sat at her small desk with her laptop open and the cursor blinking in an empty search bar and thought about where you even begin when what you are looking for has no name and no shape and the only person who knows anything about it is a girl who tried to kill you four hours ago. She typed: dark journal occult. Deleted it. Typed: ancient journals with hidden locations. Deleted that too. She pushed back from the desk and pressed her palms flat on her knees and stared at the ceiling.