1st Dork Diaries Book Novels & Stories

And now I'm ready for whatever comes next. I turn toward the tunnel exit. Toward the surface. Toward the people waiting. Toward my future. But as I take the first step, something shifts. Deep in the earth. Beneath the vault. Something ancient responding to the bonding. A presence. Massive. Old. Waking. Not the stone. Something else. Something that's been sleeping under Iron Valley for centuries. And my bonding just woke it up. --- **[End of Chapter 146]**

◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆ I spent the entire weekend hiding in my apartment, ignoring texts from classmates who suddenly found me fascinating for all the wrong reasons. The humiliation replayed on loop as my own words, my deepest, most depraved fantasies, were read aloud in front of everyone while Darian Rho watched with those unreadable dark eyes that seemed to strip me bare without ever touching me. Monday morning, I discovered my diary was missing. Tuesday afternoon, the first text arrived from an unknown number: “Page 23. The elevator fantasy. Creative use of the emergency stop button.”

Clara Bellamy knew very little about herself, especially when it came to love-not until she met Reese Moreau face-to-face. . . . Join Clara Bellamy as she tries to find her way through Saint Aurelia's University, where the strange traditions makes settling in nearly impossible. But Clara has a habit of finding things she's not supposed to. And lately, it seems Saint Aurelia's has been finding her too. Between a roommate who never knows when to shut up, a university full of secrets, and a girl she can't seem to stay away from, Clara is about to discover that some things are better left buried. Welcome to Saint Aurelia's.

At that moment, I saw a book resting in the middle of the table with a worn and cracked leather cover. A beat skipped in my chest. This was the first time the book was here. I opened the lid and grabbed for it, my hands shaking a little. Although there was a variety of text and illustrations on the pages, I was most drawn to the handwriting. Darius owned it. --- Long before I was reincarnated, the first post was dated years ago. It seemed as if he had penned the phrases in a condition of anguish or perplexity since they were broken up and almost unintelligible.

"Imagine if a postman, or a food delivery man or whoever comes, then sees your body like that. They will not stand." "Can't stand why?" "You're very sexy if like that. I mean, your body is open. Men will be very excited. And I don't want anything to happen to you." "I know I was wrong. Forgive me" "Hmmm, this. I want to deliver this." Daren handed me a book. "Oh my God, this is a limited series novel," I said enthusiastically, taking the novel. "You read it first, then tell me." "You mean you haven't read it?"

I urged them to make sure they graduate well and live well at the same time. Unlike most people, I was the connection I needed, I wasn't coming there to get the right connections and friends because, honestly I was all the connection I needed, I did a very good job keeping a low profile and no one knew I existed before I graduated. Right now I wish I could erase all of that and start afresh. When I was leaving, someone called me a very familiar name. Book-a-thon. It was a name they gave me in my class because I did a 24 hours session in the library reading and I didn't even realize I spent that much time.

' She's close now, her hands toying with my belt. I let her go on. The wind is scented with pine and dirt, but all I can think about is her. She kneels on the soft earth, unzipping my pants slowly. My cock springs out, already half-hard with anticipation. It's engorged, veins bulging along the Dick , head shiny with a tiny droplet of pre-cum. Brooke's mouth waters, eyes fixed on it. 'I want this,' she murmurs. Her hand closes around the base, tightening.

Elijah and Nate were my friends but they took the initiative, should I make a friend on my own? Inhaling deeply, I turned to look at him but paused. What do I even say? Do I say hello? Do I praise him? Elijah was a little rude in the beginning and Nate begin with praising himself and then pulled my cheeks. "He- omg is that a marvel notebook?" I squealed quietly, looking at the notebook dazedly. If you don't know, I'm a big Marvel fan! The boy looked at me with wide eyes looking down at me with a happy expression.

Oscar asked with a voice that hinted of reverence. “Dracula is the first to be made vampire from man,” Rowan explained. “He is not an original sent here from a different dimension so long ago.” “Do you know who that would be?” the underling asked with genuine curiosity. “To my knowledge, only one remains. His name is Darius,” Rowan informed him. Then, with a mixture of scoff and chuckle, he said, “One original vampire and one original lycan. Was this Goethe’s plan all along?”

I opened the book and on the first page was engraved these words. ✓KILL LIST✓ I opened the next page and I saw the first person. It was a name, a page. And Drake made it in such a way that the next page can't be opened until the given name was dead or out of the picture. I looked at the student picture and Bio. It was a girl by name Louise Peterson. I had barely read the first page when I felt a shadow cast upon me. I quickly shut the book as I glanced up to see the intruder.