Branikki Dork Diaries Novels & Stories

💋Addicted To You💋 [Once Upon A One Night Stand🍆💦] . By: Authoress Kamara B. Blake . Chapter Twenty-Three😘 . 💎Brianna💎 "Brianna". He came back. "Look, I really don't want you to freak out right now with whatever I say. You are just going to take it in calmly, understood ? No fretting out". "Is everything okay? What happened?".

Why can't I remember anything? I put my index fingers on both sides of my head and slightly massage the corners of my head. What a horrible dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and grab my phone before heading downstairs. I start texting Kali. Me : I had a terrible dream last night. There was a girl who looked exactly like me except her eyes were completely black. Kali : You have an evil alter ego? Me : Very funny. Kali : I'll pick you up at 1p.m and you can tell me all about it.

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…” Bran mumbled his response.

“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

Nikki cocked her head as though she found my question strange. I pointed to the skillet. "Omelets suck when they're cold." Her teeth snuck out and pulled her bottom lip in. When she released it, I swore I heard it pop. "Ten minutes?" She said it as though it were a question and not an answer. "Any chance I could borrow another T-shirt and shorts?" She scrunched her nose in the cutest display of disgust. "I'm afraid these are kind of ripe...you know, with sweat from the club."

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.

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.

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.

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?'