Novel & Cerita Dear Dumb Diary Book 1

He looked at me, and he was boring holes in me. I couldn’t move and stand there like someone has pressed a pause button. But Damien move forward and bent to pick up the Diary in his hand. I didn’t know if he was aware of this diary or not. He opened the first page and his eyes get wide in recognition. It won’t need any rocket science to know whose diary it is as a big picture was attached on its first page. He close his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself, but I know I was doomed today.

I feel like I am in an alternate universe where nothing makes sense. Hazel My mouth is hanging open by the time I finish with this page. Hazel is right. He is insane! I come from a line of insane people. December 20th, 1972 Dear diary, I am going crazy. My mate is a nutcase. He won't even let me open a window to get fresh air. The same guy from before brings me all my meals because Graham doesn't want anyone else seeing me. He says he is lucky he convinced his father to spare me.

He blinked like he was looking at a ghost, his face turning dark red before he quickly looked away, clearing his throat and pretending to be very busy with the tape. In the corner, Smart was hunched over his laptop with wires dangling around his neck, but his fingers froze on the keyboard as his glasses slid down his nose. His lips parted, and he bit his lower lip so hard it turned white as he stared at me, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. "I'm ready," I said, keeping my voice low and steady as I threw my bag onto the pile. Don stepped out from the dark kitchen, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the room, but his icy blue eyes didn't even flicker as they bru

The hand wrote on the book with enthusiasm. The black pen against the book was something the writer had gotten accustomed to in a short period of time. He wrote down, Dear diary, For the first time, I'm convinced that I am doing the wrong thing but I can't seem to stop myself. Every passing day I have my patience deteriorating and.... He hesitated before sighing and tearing the page off. Closing the book, he threw it on the table and laid on the couch jadedly.

*** The hand wrote on the book with enthusiasm. The black pen against the book was something the writer had gotten accustomed to in a short period of time. He wrote down, Dear diary, For the first time, I'm convinced that I am doing the wrong thing but I can't seem to stop myself. Every passing day I have my patience deteriorating and.... He hesitated before sighing and tearing the page off. Closing the book, he threw it on the table and laid on the couch jadedly.

I secretly pray it's a poem because riddles are so not me “Okay book, judge me if you want, but I like girls, I think I'm not sure. Okay screw that I know I like girls like actually like them. Men are extremely so dumb and did I mention they all stink. But anyway, it’s not like anyone will ever know. Hahaha(evil laugh, smiling face, heart)” I froze. Completely froze. The diary dangled from my hand as the words repeated in my mind like an earthquake. Charlotte. Perfect, intimidating, hates-my-guts Charlotte likes girls.

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Mac's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it. Dear Diary It's been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck before leaving school.

The anonymous writer had captured them, page by page. Her fingers trembled with curiosity. She turned the page. …. Diary Entry – Page One “Episode 1 – Her First Time with a Stranger” The cool night air kissed her skin as she stood outside the bar, her breath visible in the dim glow of the streetlamp. She watched him from a distance, his tall frame silhouetted against the flickering neon sign. He was older, his features sharp and weathered, a cigarette dangling casually from his lips as he lit it with a flick of his wrist.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.