Branikki Dork Diaries Novels & Stories

"Just give it back...I-I don't want any trouble , please." The corners of my lips twisted into a sardonic smile at the hopeless plea from the kid but Nico refused to comply thumbing through the pages, an amused laugh resurrecting from his lungs as he skimmed through the texts written in each page. "Dear diary,Brain Krinsky is seriously hot and I can't seem to take my eyes off him-" "Give it back!"The kid screamed, his face red, even a beetroot would be envious , his nose flared in anger.That was enough to draw a crowd as the bystanders watched as the scene unfolded with curious eyes."I don't want any trouble.."

Dav sitting on the bed with her right hand beneath her skirt and her eyes fixed on the show. "Take off my br@ " Mrs Coker said I drew closer to her and I could feel my n!pples brushed against her br@, as I moved my hand behind her in a hugging manner unhooking her br@. Her br@ went off and I could see her bwess, they were bigger than mine and also to my surprise they were standing so firm I could argue she did surgery on them Considering how young she was, she might have been in her late 30s.

He closed his laptop and stood up from his desk. “She’s barely even an adult and has lived through more shit than most of us do in our entire lifetime.” He growled out in anger. Thorn thought about Nikki. She did not dress like the other freshman girls, who made great effort to look older. She kept herself covered and wore clothing that did not draw attention to her. She kept her shimmering gold hair in a bun as if trying to dull down her beauty.

But beneath all the P*******t perfection a weird undercurrent of tension hums through the place. The kids are not normal. Not in a 'gifted child bites classmates' way. In a genuinely feral way. One little girl, Poe, hissed at me during story time. Actually hissed., tiny teeth out and everything. Jax, who also works here, acted like this was completely normal behavior. “We don't threaten Miss Frankie,” he told her seriously while peeling a banana one-handed. “Remember what we talked about. No violence before lunch.” The child narrowed her eyes at me and slowly ate a crayon.

My mom answers, trying to ease Matt’s increasing panic. “Or summoning Satan.” Denver quips, the others chortling at the private joke between us siblings. Each set is more troublesome than the last. Dakota and the Denver, the least annoying of them all. Brynn and Briar may resemble sweet little angels, with their pigtails, but those two can raise hell with the best of them.

“Just the three of us. No big productions, no relatives, just dinner and actual conversation. What do you think, Adrian?” “I think it’s a good idea,” he said, and the pressure of his thumb on my clit increased just enough to make my thighs tense. “Family dinners keep everyone connected. Arabella, do you agree?” I met his eyes for half a second and saw the dark satisfaction there before I looked back at my plate. “Sure,” I said, voice carefully blank. “It’s nice.” “Only nice?” my mother teased. “You’re usually more enthusiastic than that. Did I overcook the chicken?”

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

UNKNOWN DIARYYY, Just her mere presence in my vicinity, and I can already feel myself becoming strongerrr. I saw her naked body today, Diary… she was taking a shower, wanted to get rid of all the dirt she had on her from packing or so she said. I could see her through the walls, Diary —lots of demons like me do this to unsuspecting girls all over the world who manage to catch our attention, you know? — And you have no idea how I wished she could sense my presence, but I’m not that strong yet!

“Months? You’ve been fucking random girls here while sitting at our dinner table acting like the perfect uncle type? And now you just railed me like that on camera, Dickson. My pussy is still sore from how deep you went and all I can think is what if my dad finds out his best friend stretched me out and made me cum like a whore.” The words spilled out raw, my voice heated and hushed, but saying it made fresh wetness trickle down my thigh. The forbidden part of it all sent a dirty thrill through me that mixed with the panic, my body wanting more even as my brain fought it.