Dork Diaries 2 Novels & Stories

Behind them, Nia’s sobs grew louder, more frantic. “Please, please, don’t let it kill me,” she whispered over and over, like a chant. Her body rocked slightly as if she couldn’t keep still, terror controlling her every muscle. Darius forced himself to shut out the sound. He couldn’t afford to let emotions take over. His eyes scanned again, walls, shelves, floor, surfaces, until something caught his attention. A faint glow. On the small table at the side, half-buried under papers and dust, lay an iPad.

(Sexual Content) Two Days Later Drax It was early morning, and the sun was about to rise but Lora was riding my cock into oblivion, "Fuck," I moaned letting her have her way with me. She threw her head back in ecstasy as her body glistened with sweat, hearing her soft moans, feeling her hardened nipples with my fingers giving a slight squeeze as her pussy walls grabs my cock. "Fuck Lora," I squirm, my counterparts loving every minute of our mate intimacy, looking at her tattoo between them with both Ryker and I's initials. I love my mates and I was enjoying our lovemaking. I grab her neck seductively as her eyes are full of lust, giving a tight squeeze as she bites her bottom lip, her body s

Clara Bellamy knew very little about herself, especially when it came to love-not until she met Reese Moreau face-to-face. . . . Join Clara Bellamy as she tries to find her way through Saint Aurelia's University, where the strange traditions makes settling in nearly impossible. But Clara has a habit of finding things she's not supposed to. And lately, it seems Saint Aurelia's has been finding her too. Between a roommate who never knows when to shut up, a university full of secrets, and a girl she can't seem to stay away from, Clara is about to discover that some things are better left buried. Welcome to Saint Aurelia's.

Darius carried the box to the table. Then carefully peeled back the tape. No sounds. No movement. Just an ordinary cardboard box. He lifted the lid. And within seconds, his entire expression changed. Aurora immediately stood. "What is it?" Darius didn't answer. He simply stared at the contents. Aurora walked over. Then froze. Inside the box was a doll. But not an ordinary doll. Its face was stained and worn. Its eyes were different sizes. One side looked as though it had been deliberately damaged.

I went the straightest way at home cuz my outfit i chosed was not the best. I had a light jacket on and was wearing a thight black jeans. I was so heated i sweated heavy. The sun was heating up very quick. Finally we arrived at home and the first thing i made was to undress myself. I even undressed my underwear. Diana investigated all of my rooms and was pretty excited. I went to the kitchen and opened the freezer for a cool ice chocolate. Even for Diana i had bought food and made him a meal. But he was not that hungry and thought it could be more fun to like the sweat on my body. It was ticklish but i found the feeling very funny. He even stucked his nose right beetween my ass cheeks and li

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.

Part of me wanted to drop to my knees right there despite the danger. The panic room door sealed behind us with that same heavy click as before. Red lights came on, showing the small space and monitors flickering to life on backup power. I plugged the USB into a secure port on the panel while Damien checked the screens for more intruders outside. “Shit look at this,” I said, scrolling through the files. Stolen manuscript pages mixed with screenshots of our private emails. The dirty ones. Me telling Damien how I wanted him to fuck my throat till I gagged. Him describing exactly how he’d breed my ass raw.

~Lilian~ I laid still on the bathroom floor, dirty and needy, my breathing slow and heavy, my fingers curled around the object loosely. I showered afterwards, my p***y red sore from popping my cherry and using a dildo, both on the same day in a space of less than ten hours. By the time I was done changing into my nightdress, it was a few minutes to the hour of nine, so I headed down stairs, slowly. I didn't bother to confirm that the note was gone, I just headed for the kitchen, and as usual, it was dark.

She missed how she used to prank him since he's so dense. The man had no sense of humor, and his facial expression after he was pranked was priceless. Alexa zipped her bag and brought out her diary. She was writing a bucket list for everything she wanted to do during this 3-month period, and she was excited about some things she wrote. She felt like a teenager, giggling whenever she wrote a line. She wrote things like: -learning how to surf. She had always been fascinated by surfing, and Ivory City was a coastal city, so why not?

I started to second guess what I had gotten myself into. Would I be able to live with this decision kept going through my head. One time was me experimenting but two times admitted I enjoyed it. The two guys walked over and sat on the couch and his friend handed me a USB drive. I turned on the TV and plugged it in. Up came a screen of two folders. One was labeled wife and the second labeled slut.