Novel & Cerita 1st Dork Diaries Book

It was as if the world outside had disappeared in a blanket of ink. Her body felt heavy, and she decided to sit on the bed. It was pretty soft, and it was nothing like she'd ever been on. She opened the drawer and saw a small, leatherbound journal with the name Dorothy Stein on it. Carefully, she opened the peeling leather covers and read the first entry, which was miraculously legible.

#Dorothy’s POV# The paper-and-dust smell hits me first and I swear I can still taste him on my tongue; the door chime sings and my chest does a weird flutter like I'm both shy and greedy at the same time. My mind is still on the kitchen and my husband’s mouth and how I almost forgot how to breathe. It's stupid and sweet. I'm walking into a bookstore like I'm coming up for air. So I stand there at the mat, pressing my palm to my belly because I like feeling grounded like that. I tell myself to be normal for five minutes, to just be a person who buys tea and listens to people read, and not someone who survived a marriage contract, a diagnosis, and a city’s gossip machine with my name in its mo

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

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

I chirp giving her a wide smile. She doesn't respond, but simply looks away, turning pale. *** Days have passed since my shopping trip with my mother and today I'm spending the night with Miss Ann while mother works. Miss Ann is one of the nice ladies who work with mother. She watches me while mother works and will even tend to us when we are sick. I really like her! "Miss Ann, have you seen this book? It's one that mother got for me when we went out shopping. It's an old book on tactical warfare," I shout excitedly while practically shoving the book in her face.

I can't live my school because it's the only school that get dark-side books in it's library in my town New Orleans. I frequently used to go to library to read about story life of past oracles so I went against Mr John's advice by sneaking into the library to read my favourites untill I was banned not to enter the library anymore. Even though I was banned but he had forgotten that I borrowed a book from the library weeks ago which happened to be the darkest one called The Black Cults because I was eager to know how the black cults kill the Viper in that book.

There was a knock on my door, I opened and it was Darius, he invited me to an attic and asked, "what did you learn on your escapades?" I then said, "well, I learned the importance of record keeping, I have also learned why they use the term, "Gondor Always remembers!" He then laughed and handed over to me a book, he added, "this book is dairy, it is your first step in record keeping. I believe you would do well." "Thank you," I said with a bright smile. "I was also given a book titled, 'democracy,'" I added. He then looked into my eyes and asked, "do you believe, in democracy?"

The first page was written in a neat, careful hand: "This diary belongs to Isabella Munroe." I hesitated for a moment, then flipped to the next page.I should have stopped reading. I should have given it back the next day. But I didn't. Instead, I kept it. And as I read more, something inside me shifted.

Immediately after flipping me over and placing me in the d0ggy position, he rammed his dvvk inside of me. I screamed, "Fvvvvvvk," as I tried to steady myself. Grabbing my hair, he pressed deeper and deeper into me. I screamed and shook quickly, splattering my liquids all over his dvvk. My a$$ was up when I collapsed on the bed after cumming. After coming three times in an hour, I was exhausted.Right there, I wanted to go to sleep. Derek said, "Hey hey, don't go to sleep just yet because the main show is about to start."

Cold. I pressed my hand over my mouth to muffle a cough from the thick air. Carefully stepping back, my heel hit something. A shelf. A loud thud hit the floor behind me. “Damn it…” I muttered under my breath, fumbling to pull out my phone. I turned on the flashlight and aimed it toward the object. It was a book. Old. Worn. A diary. I bent down and picked it up. The name on the first page stopped my breath cold.