Novel & Cerita Dear Dumb Diary Book 1

I just wanted to be around him, or maybe wish him good luck on his bike race. Just then, I found a book. It looked eerie, old, but then special. It wasn't dusty for the place where it was kept. I brought it out and swiped through it and noticed it was a diary. Why does he have a diary? But then, while I turned each page, I realized it wasn't Dimitri's diary. It was a girl's diary. She was heartbroken and sad. Then I went to the last page. The last few sentences sent shivers down my spine: "Chased after me. He wasn't just an ordinary guy. He was a secret underground lord." I shut the book immediately in fright. What? Who would have read such a scary diary and used those words as their last pa

Dear future me, (Because who says dear diary anymore? I hope you're doing better than me right now. This new school, although amazing academically, lacks in social etiquette. The girls are all bitchy and the boys are all immature. There is one boy who seems to be calm and collected. Derek Nelson. I heard he's the smartest boy in our grade. I wonder if that's true? I was going to try to talk to him today, but I never got the nerve.

I’m too stupid, too much in love, to realize how pathetic I’ve become. I close the diary, my lips curling in disdain. Stupid. That’s what this is. I guess at 23, it’s normal for a naive and innocent girl like Scarlet to be stupid in love. But I can’t help but judge her. How could she have been so blind, so desperate for a man who clearly didn’t care? I flip the page to another entry, and Scarlet’s words jump out at me, pulling me into her world of pain. **Diary Entry:**

Except for the book, which he carried out to take a proper look at it. Joe jumped on the bed and placed the book before him to rest on the bed. He opened the first page gently. The book wrote dear diary on its first page. Joe adjusted his sitting position to lay on the bed to enjoy the content. “I never thought I would also be writing a diary of my own, well, I guess I am now” the next line of the diary stated. “The first experience I would like to write about on this day being the second day in the month of November 2021 is that…

I decided to read page one, I knew this was an invasion of privacy but I was extremely bored. I began reading page one and the date on it said October 1st, 2002, that was a long time ago, even before I was born, I began to read “Dear Diary, I’m happy I bought you today, I have so much to tell you, mum and dad are no longer together and I feel so sad, today is my birthday and-” I heard the door click and I immediately dropped the diary in the drawer where I had found it. I then walked at a fast pace and lay on the floor, pretending to be asleep. I closed my eyes shut and let my ears let me around my surroundings. “I know you are not asleep! I heard all the commotions in the room.” He said, I

I can only conclude because this is not written in the diary either. "Does Duna actually know what a diary is?" I complained. After storing the ID Card and mercenary ID in the drawer, I took some packets of cookies from the cupboard and read the diary again. If I look again, the first few pages have been torn. Maybe Duna used to write a diary, but suddenly made this book into a notebook. Starting from the Xenobeast category, mercenary system, base system, to how to use guns and laser swords. January 27, 3043

I don't need anyone's permission, that's it. I turned the first page and started reading it: "Dear diary, Hi... This is me Ivana. Ivana Williams, sixteen now. I bought you with the money I earned from the first ever salary I got in my life from tutions. You're not only a diary, but also now my friend after Miya.

It gets lonely when no one that knows who you are doesn’t want to hook up because your Dad is a fucking mafia, lord of the gangsters. Even though my age mates I know around my school and area acts all dumb and stupid. However, my perspective changed when I crossed path with this clumsy curly hair. She bumped into me at one of the beluga whale exhibits at mystic Aquarium Connecticut during one of my Dad’s business trip he forced me to come along. I reached out the the one magic book that brought me to her. Her diary.

He is cold, arrogant, and impossible to read. She paused, her mind drifting to the memory of "D." She traced the letters on the page. In her mind, the "Chairman" and her "D" were two different people. "D" was a hero, a boy who had stood in the dark with her. Damien Black was a cold, powerful man who lived in a skyscraper. To her, they were opposites. She flipped back to the very first pages of the diary. She touched the shaky handwriting of her ten-year-old self. She read about the red heels, the spider, and the boy who gave her the candy.

“Hate me all you want, little doll. It makes your pu**y taste sweeter.” He pulled me tighter against him. I could feel him pressing hard against me through his pants. My breath came faster. “Dante… this is wrong,” I whispered. “Wrong feels good, doesn’t it?” He turned my face to his and kissed me roughly. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming, demanding. I tried to pull back but he held my jaw and deepened the kiss until I was moaning into his mouth. When he broke the kiss, I was panting. He stood up, lifting me easily, and carried me to the wide leather couch. He laid me down and knelt between my legs, pushing the red dress up to my waist. “Look at these pretty p**nties,”