Dear Dumb Diary Book 1 Novels & Stories

“Lenoir stop being emotional, what happened is not deep—” “— OH! YOU GETTING SHOT AT BY DIFFERENT CATEGORIES OF BULLETS IS NO BIG DEAL?!” Lenoir chuckled like an insane person and continued nagging while I tried my very best not to lose my cool. I didn't even have the strength to yell, I used up all my energy at court. “THERE'S A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BEING SMART AND BEING STUPID! AND YOU MY DEAR WIFE DEFINITELY DON'T FILL THE CATEGORY OF SMARTS!!”

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

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.

~Miss Pretty Seeing the first page of her diary made her cry. That was the time she started to write a diary about her feelings for Thyago. That was the time she started to foolishly fall for him. When she looked closely at the page, something suddenly took her attention when she saw a little note written below her notes. When she checked it, it was like a note so she read it. Dearest Miss Pretty: I have a confession to make. The very first time I saw that cute little girl named Bea, I know something strange tugged in my chest deep inside and maybe I'm not aware of it. She was so adorable, cute, shy, and smart.

Please as you read, be careful, the chapter contains, ràpe, sexual abuse, suicide, depression, strong languages, sexual content. Vicky's Diary Hi, it's Vicky, Victoria Stevens...... you may have heard my name. This is the story of my life at Halloway high, sit back and relax cause this may or may not hurt you a lot. It's tough to take in.

Leah indeed loved reading comics. But... "'The Last Supper of a Serial Killer,' 'The Singing Voice of the Sewer,' 'Horror Nursery Rhymes,' 'You Look Delicious,'" Diana's expression gradually contorted. Well, let's see what books she has been reading lately instead. "'How to Kill Your Neighbor,' 'Abnormal Psychology,' 'Self-Improvement for Beauties,' 'Advanced Handbook for Pro-Level Girls,'" Diana muttered. "What the hell is all this?" Just then, a notification sound chimed.

DIABLO There are dumb things people do sometimes. There are really dumb things that should never be done. Then there is what just happened. Dumb things include not collecting shells after shooting someone. Really dumb things include forgetting to sweep a room for bugs before talking about the latest shipment due at the docks. Then there is sleeping with April. She was taken without protection. Right now, she could already be pregnant.

"A fucking diary!" "What for?" He brought his legs down from the table. "I don't know. You could ask the chick." He paused for a moment to think. Then he leaned forward. "What's in the diary? Let me see it." "We don't have time to waste on that stupid thing," I said, refusing to release the book. "A grown man lamenting each and every day of his life about his stupid wolf who keeps manipulating him into doing what he doesn't want to do. What are we gonna do with that?"

He was so kind and loving and caring that sometimes he made me think that I was his baby. Azfar made me dinner. He was actually right. He was really good at it. We had our dinner in peace. His parents came back home when we were going back to our bedroom. With the goodnight greetings, we all went to our bedrooms. I stepped into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I stepped out of the bathroom and opened my books to review everything. My exams were getting started. He went to the bathroom to take shower. As I opened the book, I held my head. Because I wasn't ready for the exam. "Oh my God. I'm so dead. What am I going to do now?." I thought and started crying.

The book he, her old bestie had bought for her. It was a simple gift for her 14th birthday, 10 years ago. It was the last birthday he had spent with her. Or rather, the last day. He left her a small note that she noticed a few hours after his family had left. They were celebrating her birthday with her family as they were like one family. Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from.