Dork Diaries 8th Book Novels & Stories

She murmered almost bitterly. "I dunno they say girls who read books are closet freaks something to do with their imagination." I smirked. "Aunt Casey is a bookish shy woman, but according to Aunt Daphne, she'll read a dirty book in seconds, and she is mated to Uncle Adam, which you know speak volumes in the kink department" I chuckled. "Ewww gross Rori." Sage whined. "I know." I shuddered. "But the point is I guess never judge a book by its cover." I added laughing as Sage went pink.

I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair. And that’s when the idea struck. Slowly, deliberately, I let the book slip from my fingers. It hit the floor with a soft thud. “Oh—" I bent down immediately to pick it up and the classroom suddenly felt very quiet. Very still. I didn’t rush. Instead, I took my time reaching for the book, my skirt shifting slightly as I moved. A risky move. A deliberate move. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then— Jeff cleared his throat sharply.

Dad watched in silence, then lifted his glass and whispered to the empty place, "Danny, happy new year." Joe and Lyra followed in unison, "Danny, happy new year." Outside, the fireworks bloomed again, lighting the sky with the same brilliance and joy as last year. Only I was gone forever. That snow at the rest stop had frozen an eight-year-old me to death—and with me, it had frozen a family's heart. Some mistakes could be mended, some wounds forgiven, but some losses remained forever. Melted snow never returned to its first shape, and a vanished life never returned to those who had loved it.

There were only a couple of other kids that chose to read over the computers. I browsed the bookshelf searching for a book to read, my step-father set fire to all my books in the wheel barrow when he first moved in with us. I picked a book up from the shelf, my father had bought me it before he died, I was surprised to see it in a school library. The Darkest Minds. I found my way over to a comfy seat in the corner of the room. Fishing out my glasses from my bag I made sure no one was looking before I put them on. "Hey." A boy interupted me three chapters in. "I'm Aaron." Peeking up from behind my book I saw a guy staring at me with a huge grin on his face. I had no idea how long he had been

Why would she be in Heaven school? Her eyes roamed around and fell beside her, where her lunch box and her thick orange cover diary that she used as a pillow. Her neck was sore from her bad sleeping posture. And she runs her fingers massaging her sore neck. Picking the diary and checking the page her tag was on. She checked the date she wrote on the page. 13 /2/2008 What!!? She suddenly remembered the date. She could never forget this date. This year to be specific, 2008 is her final year in high school and tomorrow would be valentines day.

The second she opened the door, she went straight to her mother's room and raided the whole place, looking for any proof that her mother was truly sleeping with Alpha Diesel. As she rummaged through her things, she saw a large black book with the word DIARY boldly written on it. Elora scoffed because she herself did not own a DIARY, nothing special had happened in her life to warrant one. Surely her mother would've not been so clumsy that she would write her life's secret in a book - Elora thought.

Tears I'd been holding back broke free, streaming down my face. “Oh baby, don’t cry. We’re just getting started,” Dora said with faux sympathy. She's one of the notorious bad girls in her crew. Stephanie walked closer, smirked and slapped my books out of my arms. Pages flew like dead leaves across the school compound. As I knelt to gather them, a page from my fantasy novel fluttered loose, a dog-eared copy of The Moonborn Prophecy, my favorite. A silver wolf glowed on the cover.

His young virile seed was endless, gallons of high quality royal protein that sure made my night. “Oh, god... ooohhhh!” Doris moaned and put the book down. Her left hand had three fingers pushed inside her pussy from the side of her panties. She closed her eyes and shivered, imaging everything she was reading. Picking the book up again, she sighed deeply and resumed.

He was the one who unleashed it within me that it is getting too late for someone to stop it from growing even more. Every time I think about how he would inflict pain to my mom, not only physical pain but emotional lashes, there's not even a chance of me to forgive him. That will be the last thing that I will do in my life. "Here..." Sheira distracted me from what I've been thinking by nudging a book in front of me. My eyes sparkled when I saw the title of the book she just gave me. "Eww, Diary of a Wimpy Kid...tell me, how old are you for real?" Sheira couldn't help but smile when she saw me hugging the book she just lended me.

I asked no one in particular but the dusty jewelleries stared back at me giving me my answer. I turned to move but my leg hit the vanity drawer and I heard a small plop, “Ouch!” I winced in pain as I rubbed my toes, bending down to pick what had fallen, it was a book and it was dusty. Dusting it off made me cough repeatedly and I stared at the book turning the page open but every page as well was covered in dust although preserved. I dusted a few pages off and the crisp but clean handwriting stared back at me. I read the first page and Immediately closed it. It was Jonathan’s mom’s diary.I flipped through the book and realized that she had written a lot and even almost used up the book. I wa