Diary Of A Wimpy Kid Novels & Stories

Dad said with his eyes still on the screen causing Nik to almost say ‘how rude’ but he stopped because he didn’t want to get smacked again for talking nonsense. Though, Nik felt that those smacks were totally unreasonable, and he didn’t deserve them at all. He wrote all this in his little, tiny red diary which was placed in the drawer of his study table which only mom ever checks and thinks that whatever is wrote in there is fun to read because all names are written in codes. Like hers is poo-bear. She loves it. It has all little stories of what they did that he didn’t deserve. He has watched all shows and read her novels, even though this young boy can’t really explain what’s written, it’s

The smell of books greeted me and I smiled at the sight. Books, books, and books! I started to check out the covers and prologue of each book and my eye caught the same familiar book, my dad and I's favorite book. The Diary of A Wimpy Kid. I immediately grabbed it and ran my hand to the texture. There were many books in this series. After grabbing the book that I hadn't read I went to the cashier and paid for it. "Thank you!" The cashier said. "Thank you too!" I said and gave the cashier a friendly smile, happy with my purchase.

Dear Diary, Let me introduce myself to you. I'm Alex. I'm 11-year-old. I'm sorry if you find me awkwardly just like everyone. I can't help it but I hope you'll listen. One of a kid here told me that you can be my best friend. She said you won't get irritated and will listen to all of my worries. I'm still not comfortable here. It's been a month when Sophie found me and brought me here. I have so much to talk, to say it out but I don't know where to start, I'm angry, I'm sad, I'm alone and I don't know what will happen now.

“Oh, you guys are not going to believe this. Our little spy is a massive freak.” I adjusted my posture, holding the diary up to the ambient light of the limo. “‘If he pushed me against the bookshelves, I wouldn’t even fight back,’” I read, my voice dripping with dark amusement. “‘I want him to take control. I want him to rip this stupid sweater off me. I can practically feel his hands gripping my thighs, bruising my skin, pushing his huge dick inside my tight and wet aching pussy while he whispers my name…’”

Chapter 1 Daniel’s POV I stepped into my best friend’s house, the door clicking shut behind me with a soft echo that made the empty place feel bigger than it was. Mike had said his dad would be around but the whole house felt quiet at first, just the low hum of the AC and my backpack sliding off my shoulder onto the floor. Weekend crash at his place sounded perfect, no parents breathing down my neck, just some games and junk food. I kicked off my shoes and started down the hallway when I heard it.

That leftover weight from the dream that never quite dissolved when she opened her eyes. “It's just a dream”, she told herself. Same thing she said every other morning, she got up. By most measurements, her life was unremarkable. She was twenty-one. Final year of college - literature, which her adoptive mother called beautiful and impractical in the same fond breath. She worked part-time at a bookshop called Marginal Notes, four shifts a week, which paid enough to cover the gap between her student loan and her actual rent. It smelled like old paper and the owner let her read between customers. She had long settled into this lifestyle.

BIANCA The worst day of my life changed every couple years. When I was six, I remember the worst day of my life being the night I woke up in a puddle of piss because my bunk partner had a pretty unstable bladder. A couple years after that, the title shifted to the afternoon in junior high Ellie told me she had a crush on Max, and was planning to ask him out after midterms. But without a shadow of a doubt, when I turned 21, then worst day of my life… was the fourteenth annual literature convention.

Then I sit on the floor with the diary in my lap. I open it. (DIARY) Dear Diary, Sorry it’s been over two years since I wrote to you. I stopped because nothing interesting was happening. But today is different. I turned 18 this morning. Everyone keeps saying 18 is the year your whole life changes. I don’t know if that’s true but I hope so. I want a mate. I want a future. I want someone who looks at me the way people look at their mates in cinemas. I flip through more pages; most of the things I saw were small things, Normal things, talking about training, about her mother, about the pack.

Dear Diary, “What a day. Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. First, I got kidnapped, i don’t even know what to say about that , i am still in shock . Then, Rue came for me like some movie hero. And now… he almost saw you. He almost saw EVERYTHING I’ve written about him. God, if he had, I’d be six feet under right now from embarrassment and it’s crazy how i am worried about that instead of my main secret , i am stupidly in love that i forget about it sometimes . .

Unbeknownst to me, as soon as I rolled up my skirt, my p@nty exploded, and two fingers dug deep into my honeypot. You can call me Alexandra Williams. However, most people just call me Lexi because it's quick and simple. This name is also very appealing to me. My parents passed away when I was twelve. Since then, I've been staying with Vanessa, a friend of my mother's who was a pastor's wife. My little sister is actually not that small. given that I am currently 21 and she is 18. She attends the University of Miami, but after completing my college coursework at the age of 17, I decided to drop out of school.