Branikki Dork Diaries Novels & Stories

I don't know how long I laid there, but I woke up and it was dark. I had a blanket around me. Awwn, he got me a blanket. I got up and went outside to look for Sebastian. He was at the back trying to do something with the grill. "Oh hey you're awake", something was burning. "What are you doing?", I asked rubbing my sleepy eyes. "Oh I was ugh, I was tryna work something with the grills but uhm, that's going terrible", he said. "What's that?", I asked. He showed me the plate of something that looked like Burnt cheese.

“No, not only that… there’s more, but I don’t want to say too much and overwhelm you. Read your diary, it explains everything. I used it to help make sense of what we really are.” “I..” Bran wanted to argue, but he knew deep down inside that Brianna was telling the truth. He called her a few days ago because he couldn’t control whatever it was inside him that wanted to get free. “Thank you for writing everything down. Now it’ll help you remember.” “I don’t know if I should be glad or scared that you are here because I’m too weak to protect you.” His eyes were closing and Bree knew he needed to rest. “We’re safe here. Plus, I can take care of myself now…”

Ann whispered to Jessica, “and there is this strange bite mark on my inner thigh.” “You left with that sexy guy we saw in the hallway. Maybe you drank too much,” Jessica whispered back with a chuckle. Jessica wasted no time and flashes Dario a sexy smile. Dario felt a bit uncomfortable. He picked up the Math textbook that was heavily marked with sticky notes. He opens it at the bookmark that Miss Wangberg placed and quickly looked over the page. “Let us get started with today's math lesson. Please open your textbooks on page 107. Would anyone like to explain to the class their understanding of example 98?” Dario asked, not expecting an answer from the students. He was about to make his way t

“But months ago, I heard that Derek was getting a weird illness and the Foster secretly went to the pack meeting and beg everyone including the Burkley to look for the best enchantress, doctor, witch and anything that could help him heal from the unknown illness. The illness must be very bad and bring a lot of shame because the Foster didn’t say clearly what is the illness or the cause. I better to look more about it, who knows if Derek is the rapist and he got those weird illness from his wrong doing to Bri—” Clak! The black mercedez door suddenly opens and Brianna gets in with a bag in her hands. “Sorry that it took so long,” she said as she handed him something like a donut box. “The queu

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.

“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.

The last page had only two lines. "June 25th. This is the 100th time Dexter has ditched me to go help my best friend in the lab." "What a coincidence. The diary's full. Exactly 100 pages." Dexter's chest ached in waves, and at some point, the tears started falling onto the pages. He remembered that day. Brianna had hit a wall with her research and was panicking. He didn't think twice before dropping me on the side of the road and driving to the institute alone.

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Could have fooled me. I went back to the top of her F******k page. 'Wonder who gave these ratings, and numbers?' I bet those are fake too. A boring life if you asked me. So far I have learnt little, except that Isabella's I*******m, F******k, only consists of. Cats, flowers, cakes, cats, cakes, flowers, headless shots of herself, more headless shots, more cats, and more flowers. 'But wait, what is this?'

Chan said, “tell us about your drama.” Nikki didn’t need to be told twice. “Honestly, I’ve had the most horrible month ever. Like ever! I have never met a more horrid man in my life. My dad is so annoying. My stepsister is a bitch, and this new boss of mine… he’s literally killing me with work. Just look at my hands.” She spread out her hands for her friends to inspect. They were brown and calloused. “What happened?” Georgie asked, staring at the tortured skin curiously.