Novel & Cerita Dork Diaries 8th Book

She swiftly flipped the bristle pages over till she got to to where they had stopped before the distraction. Dear diary, Was all that was written and with curiosity that caused Trisha's brows to gnarl, she opened to the next page but it was empty. She continued flipping the page and as she neared the end of the book, her faith in the journal dwindled but upon arrival at the last page, it prophesied to her, and Harold, and Wilkes—into details, what Harold was going to face during the contest and it was nothing good; Dear diary, the moon shone brighter than ever before that evening. We were out, in the open world, away from our school; Golden Lake University, just the three of us. The wind wai

Harold stammered, trying to sound like a student found smoking in the school environment was something that happened everyday. “You're cool,” the student said with eyes of administration as he walked to Harold. His breath as he neared Harold was choky but he, Harold, didn't say or do anything. “My name is Drew and I'm a vampire. That explains why this room is —” he looked around the room in one glance then back at Harold “— this way.” He expected a verbal response from Harold and when there was none, he continued. “We can make some changes in here if that's what you'll like.” He took in long, deep breath and out, causing the smoke to make his voice not too visible.

Darius opened his mouth, much likely to defend his Alpha but I didn’t need to hear lies from his mouth. So, before he could say anything, I pointed toward the tray, “Let’s eat. I’m hungry.” After we were done eating, Darius gave me a few more protein bars and water bottles before bidding me goodbye with a promise to return soon. For the rest of the day, I crawled and followed the sunlight with a book in my hand that Darius brought the first night. It was about a girl surviving in a foreign land, much similar to me. I could see why he chose the particular book for me and for some reason, I found it funny.

I laugh too; I should have known; dora, had everything paid for with the scholarship, she was given, which, I think; has been revoked, by the school board. Dora leaves, before anyone can spot her at the dorm, in the girl's hostel with me; I close the door to my bedroom; I even lock it too. The idea of getting myself thrown out, fears me; and if dora, thinks, she isn't the only werewolf here; I believe, there are more, people, just like her.. I walk to my bed; I got in; laid down; and slowly fell asleep.. The following morning; I had a bad night; and I am awake; but , my eyes seem to be falling; last night; after my conversation with dora; I couldn't sleep, at all...

As a she-wolf with a soft heart, only her status as an Alpha’s daughter had saved her from ridicule and worse. “There’s something else,” Diana said, startling me. “Have either of you seen my diary? It’s a small purple book with a lock.” Lisa was shaking her head. “I haven’t.” Should I lie? I swear my falsehoods were becoming smoother the more practised I became. Instead, avoiding the question, I volunteered to help her look for it. “I may just take you up on that,” she replied. I couldn’t wait to ditch Lisa and see what transpired.

And coming of age at exactly the wrong time. There was that awful public high school, there was Jonah, the first boy I really had a crush on. There was our first date, my first feeding. I’d been so embarrassed to run out on that date, and even more embarrassed to find myself waking up the next day in a place I didn’t know. And having fed on I didn’t know what.

At this time of the year, I wanted to hibernate and wake up only in the spring. Yes, for most of people around it was me - a hardworking student who is afraid of the dark like a small child. Already in elementary school, they laughed at me if this secret was revealed, let alone in college. No wonder I didn't have too many friends. The fact that I was a bit of a nerd didn't make me more popular either. Of course, it never bothered me because I always preferred to study rather than party anyway.

I had forgotten all about that book, it had fallen out yesterday night from the top of Phobos's cupboard when I had mopped his chamber floors but I had no time to look into its contents so I thrust it into the box hoping to be able to read it later. I lift my hand to him indirectly demanding for it and he directly gives it to me. A deep inward breath I take in as my heart pounds vigorously in suspicion of what I might see. I know it is wrong of me to wish to invade his privacy this way but this is the diary I was determined to steal when I was eight. The pad of my thumb tenderly skims across the leather covering as memories of our childhood ignite to life within my mind.

And now I'm ready for whatever comes next. I turn toward the tunnel exit. Toward the surface. Toward the people waiting. Toward my future. But as I take the first step, something shifts. Deep in the earth. Beneath the vault. Something ancient responding to the bonding. A presence. Massive. Old. Waking. Not the stone. Something else. Something that's been sleeping under Iron Valley for centuries. And my bonding just woke it up. --- **[End of Chapter 146]**

My heart pounded in my chest, blood rushing through my veins. That long-lost, wild sense of being alive was reawakening inside me. I ran past the street corner, past the neon lights, toward the unknown darkness. I remembered the girl I was at eighteen, running wild and free on a beach out west. The girl who had not been sold, who had not learned to bow her head, the Vera with an unbreakable soul. She was back.