Novel & Cerita 1st Dork Diaries Book

I quickly head out to the next shelf. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel exhausted. Drake plops into one of the armchairs before the fireplace, yawning. “I covered thirty shelves, and there’s no book on celestial wolves. This is not a library. It's a book town!” He rests his chin on his arm. “It's so huge that I might find aliens hiding somewhere.” “Stop with the excuses. You are just incapable, that’s all,” Dory says while biting her thumbnail, her eyes trained on the book she’s holding.

I contemplated whether to check out the book, but I saw another person just leaving without even glazing at the librarian who was busy doing his own work. ~~~~~ Back in my room, I sat down on the settee and opened the book. The pages had taken a brownish hue, conveying its age. Surprisingly it was more like a diary. I frowned. Whose diary was it? The name had become smudged. Even then I carefully flipped the page. My eyes halted on the first line of the first entry. ‘Mother is scary. She doesn’t love me. She doesn’t love father. She wants to kill us….’

You're the first one. Damon: I can't say anything about the first one thing but I will make sure to be your last... With that, he pinned my hand on the bed making me yelped feeling aggressive pain on my burnt hand. His lips landed on my collarbone... I felt him sniffing my wet body... I struggled against his body but it has no effect on him... I gasped when his lips came in contact with my bosoms... He started to suck harder on them while his one hand kept on roaming on my wet body...

The title and subtitles of each page were written in meaningful English words, but the content consisted of a crazy jostle of the English alphabet and figures and another foreign alphabet I could not quite apprehend. The first page was titled “The burning ritual”. I strained my eyes through the content trying to see whether I could gather anything, but it all looked like computer-coded writing. I was just about to flip to the next page when I heard a knock at my bedroom’s door. I tossed the book under my pillow and went to the door. When I opened it, I met the grim looks of my little Harriet. “Baby, I told you not to come in. Have you finished your breakfast?” I asked, trying not to sound pe

He knocked twice before walking into the office. *** The First One was staring at the prettiest one in the group and trying to look interested in the others but it was difficult resisting her charm. The First One made a joke and they all laughed. She was beautiful, gorgeous and perfect. The First One finished addressing the group and left them. He headed for the parking lot. Today had been quite an exhausting day. Just like the others, he was dedicating a lot of time towards knowing her. He already knew her turn-on, turn-off, taste, daily routines and even her bedtime.

Charlie’s POV Nothing exciting happened in the first two lessons of the morning, same boring day like any other, the most exiting my life became was in my after school job. Part of the reason I had to do my homework in my lunch hour or early hours of the morning was because of work, I loved my job, yes I was only waiting tables but the tips I get I hid under a broken floorboard in my room, I was trying to save up to get out of this town as soon as I turned eighteen. My parents couldn’t drag me back to their hell hole then.

When she combed through the book without finding a suitable replacement, she went back to the bookmarked page. “This is the only one that will work,” Maggie was almost shouting to be heard over the incessant howling and pounding. Dennis stood in the doorway of the bedroom. The chaos was overpowering. He leaned against the door frame trying to collect his wits. He felt groggy, as if he’d been drinking all night. Tara rushed to help him to a chair. “He’s feverish” she shouted as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her brother’s brow.

I open the box, and pull out the first book, and I frown even harder because it is titled - Your Dad Will Do, by a Katee Robert. Feeling realy confused, I pull out the second - Priest, by a Sierra Simone, these books are giving me a certain vibe. I pull out another, laughing at the incredulous title - Does It Hurt, by an H.D Carlton, feeling really curious, I open a random page, and frown as I try to make sense of the scene. I gasp as I begin to make sense of it, my mouth falls open at the full realization of what it actually is, the book falls out of my hand with a resounding thud.

Darian flicked open the first page of the diary and smiled, fixating his eyes on the words she inscribed on the note. "Dear Darian." He started. Hello!

He leaned against the bed, raking his fingers through his hair. “This is useless,” he muttered, his voice rough with disappointment. Nicole opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes suddenly caught on something wedged between the books on the shelf. A worn leather spine, smaller than the rest. She reached for it and pulled it free. “A diary,” she whispered, holding it up. Daniel immediately straightened, his pulse quickening. “Let me see.” But before he could take it, Nicole flipped it open. Her eyes scanned the first page—just one word written in bold, confident letters: