Diaryofawimpykid Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

Just looking at the first paragraph was enough to make my eyes bleed. She mumbled and groaned and came back with a much smaller book with a bigger meaning. Archibald Frisby is a book about a kid who likes science, but whose mother wants him to make 'real' friends and do kid shit. This kid. I read her bullshit story, which she fell asleep halfway through, but I got the gist. My scary ass kid is setting down the gauntlet. I brushed her hair back and kissed her brow. Knowing that even though we didn't have the talk, she'd gone to sleep knowing her daddy was here.

Flopping down on my bed, atop the huge bound of fluffy blankets in a myriad of shades of pink and purple, I pulled out my old diary and stared at the first page. Under the date, which was marked ten years ago, my handwriting stared back at me. It was less refined than it was now, but still loopy and curling and every i was dotted with a heart. Dear Diary, Today was mine and Rhi’s first day at the pack school. It was super scary but super fun! Someone tried to laugh at me for being an Omega, but Rhi punched them! Then we sat with the other Omegas at lunchtime and I met a boy. He’s two years older than me, but he’s soooo handsome.

He hopped on the bed and sighed in content, beaming at me. “This is your room?” I asked incredulously. It was so...mundane and boring. No pretty wrist watches, toy trucks or planes. Just books and writing kits. “Yeah,” he nodded proudly. “You like it?” I shrugged, plopping down on the edge of the bed, stalling for time. Honestly, it was a boring room. But I couldn't say that to a kid. “It's nice. Might need some work, but it's cool.” He gestured to the desk. “Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Long Haul is over there. Can you read it to me, please?”

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.

Yet here I was, dripping wet, my pussy aching for them, my ass already stretched and ready. It all started a few weeks ago when my son, Denis, invited his two new friends over for dinner. Denis was a book worm. He was calm, quiet and a little dorky. I never would have expected him to have such friends. Friends who are so much more different from him. He was 19, living on campus most of the year, but whenever he came home, he brought his little entourage with him.. There was Anton, the dark-haired, broad-shouldered jock with a smirk that made my knees weak, and Boris, the lean, tattooed bad boy with a voice like sin and hands that looked like they could do very bad things to a woman's body.

It was filled with wolf laws, training with Malachi, stories about Karani, my mother. I took out a more recent diary and started reading it, it was about magic and cutting out my liver. I closed the book abruptly. I let someone cut out a piece of my liver. This was too weird. I should read them all, get to know me but it felt like reading someone else’s private words. I closed the drawer and put the key back under the desk.

"We shouldn't have spoiled you so much! You're making noise the first thing in the morning! How am I supposed to go to work?" I felt something touch my forehead as Phoebe used a tissue to wipe the sweat from my brow. "I'm so jealous of Maisie. She has parents who love her this much. This is the first time anyone has ever treated my wounds. Mrs. Shaw, don't worry. I don't feel any pain." I smacked her hand away, snapping the cotton swab in two. My voice dropped, sharp and cold. "Why don't you feel pain?" Phoebe froze for a second, then broke into an innocent, childlike smile. She said sweetly, "Because I know magic that makes pain disappear."

The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton." I clicked on the tag and saw excerpts from his diary. "Liv is sick today. I snuck into her room and stayed by her side the whole night. She looked cute when she was asleep, just like a kitten." "Liv said she wanted the cake from the eastern part of the city. I only found it after going around for a while. I thought everything was worth it when I saw how happy she looked." "We made a promise to be together forever under the weeping willow tree. Liv, I'll keep this promise forever."

PROLOGUE Oops! I Slept in the Wrong Bed Some mistakes can be fixed with a simple apology. Some can be erased by simply forgetting they ever happened. But what if one mistake became the beginning of a story you never expected? Maeve Quinn Ramos is a hardworking, playful, and delightfully absent-minded college student who has just moved into a condominium near her university. Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep.

“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…’”