Dork Diaries 2 Novels & Stories

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.

He just acted like they didn't exist. A week later, they moved to another city. This time they encountered another high-level zombie after a tense fight, Dior defeated the zombie and consumed its nucleus, and like what happened the last time, Dior entered another comatose state. But this time, it took longer for him to wake up. Unlike the first time, Farrah calmly dealed with it. She waited for a very long time. It was midnight of the fourth day that Dior woke up. Farrah was in deep sleep, exhaustion evident in her face. When Dior saw this, rare gentleness appeared on his eyes as his finger gently grazed upon her cheeks.

“Dimi, if you and whoever you end up with want to swing, I’m your girl. I’ll peg your man while you get dominated by mine.” “I’m reminded of something Mags said earlier and the first thing I ever do when you die, Darya Pappas, is clear your browser history. Your porn stash is probably downright violent.” Dimi scowled at Darya, “and as much as I love to watch you whip someone, watching you have sex is not on my list of things I want to do.” “Boring,” Darya sighed and flung herself back into a lounger. “I might take a shift tonight.”

I thought he's that man near the porch. ------------------ Diana pov I'm not feeling well today so I decided not to go to school. I called Thamer to tell our teachers about my condition. I already had my excuse letter on my table to pass it for tomorrow. I'm still in my room not moving an inch to relax. For these past three weeks, I haven't encountered Tore in my dreams. Remember his my childhood imaginary sex mate.

I stood there, stunned. What are my sons hiding? And more importantly… who are they protecting? ★ ★ ★ Writer's POV Meanwhile… Back at Ashmoor Academy, Miss Dorathy moved like a shadow, silent and swift. After dismissing Diana, she rushed to the corner office and locked the door behind her. The ancient rotary phone sat on its pedestal, marked with glowing runes. She picked it up with trembling fingers. “Goo… Good morning, Mr. Odell, Diana Johnson… she’s enrolled.”

Dian prepared the popcorn, cupcakes, and honey butter for their "diet" "What were you discussing with Mr. Dickson at school today?" Dian asked. Not taking her eyes from the television, the girl replied, "Nothing." "Nothing? What do you mean by 'nothing'?" Dian asked. "You both were secretly discussing something in my absence." She paused, giving out a silly smile. "Mom, can we watch this movie in peace?" she exclaimed. "Young lady!" Dian glared and she made a puppy face. "You seriously won’t tell me, is that it?" Dian heaved a sigh, leaving the movie for her and entering the room she was focused to stay in.

Good with the computer, a skilled driver and now this. Dale touched her, bed amazed at its comforting and bouncing texture which she felt when she sat on this. Then from her position her eyes hit a journal on the drawer which had the night lamp and some neatly piled up lotions. She opened it and at once understood what it was. The secret friend. Dale could recall she had one back then at the cottage, she knew it was associated with sorrow. She flipped towards the end hoping to find out if she would find the cause of her latest change in behavior. Dale stopped at the nude images of a male figure she saw, obviously cut out from pornographic magazines. Note writing amidst the series of paste

Under a thread where people were asked to post about what had happened to the people they hated, Lorraine posted a video of her response. "I thought that there was justice in the world and that the evil would suffer consequences, but she gets to live happily and even become an online influencer." Lorraine went into great detail about her ordeal back in high school. She was a pretty girl. Due to her family's difficult financial situation, she chose to stay in the school dorm after she transferred to that high school. Natasha befriended Lorraine under the guise of being the head of the school dorm. However, during class, she would often disturb Lorraine, preventing Lorraine from listening to w