Dork Diaries 8th Book Novels & Stories

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•| I flipped onto the next page of the book in my hands, curling into a ball underneath the covers, shoving Doritos aggressively into my mouth while I thinned out the rest of the world, completely immersed in the book. It was funny how I had read two books today and was on my third.

🌹_______________ Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light 🌹_______________ I kept everything in order and swept the library with some other girls. I wasn't in a hurry, so I spent so much time there. Soon after, I was done I went to the counter to tell the lady I'm going. Senior David came in immediately and dropped a book on the counter for the lady. "You came to return the book, it's past school hours" she told him in a very harsh tone.

" Not yet, I'd find another way” " What's with you and Lucy, Gael?” Darian asked, sitting back down. " What do you mean?" Gael shot at him and walked out, Darian shrugged and walked into his study. *** Meliora's POV How am I supposed to read this? I continued to stare at the book with a really boring cover. Damn! I flipped the page and chapter 1 *the sun turned dark emerging with a great light* Seriously? Is this a poem or what?

He walked closer and put everything on the nightstand before he shoved his hands into his pocket, looking awkward. It was difficult to believe that Dario was related to Lorenzo. Even with the uncanny resemblance, their biggest difference was their personalities. Dario was much warmer and innocent. I wonder if he'd lose that, too, when he became older. I picked up the bowl and pushed a spoon of sugary treats into my mouth. Chocolate chip. Dario came a bit closer. “I wasn't so sure what kind of book you like, so I bought a memoir, a thriller, a romance, and a fantasy book. We don't have many new books in the library downstairs,”

about that future wedding. Eight years had passed, and I was still waiting for the day that promise would come true. But now, I had decided to go home. I wouldn't wait any longer. The car moved silently through the night before stopping in front of my villa. Mason unfastened his seatbelt, apparently assuming the tension between us had already passed. Out of habit, he leaned toward me, trying to kiss me. I raised my hand and pressed it lightly against his shoulder. "I'm tired, Mason."

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

She ignored the closing hole and walked on, chanting the spell to keep the fire on her palms lit. In a matter of minutes, Maika had surveyed the whole surrounding but she couldn’t still find anything. “Is this the truth you wanted me to know!” Maika cried. “You selfish, conceited witch! To trap and kill your only daughter?” As if in response to her questions, a blinding light illuminated the room and Maika looked around. There was a bed in the center of the room and there was a book on the bed. Maika walked up to the bed and took the book. It was a diary, and from the brown and rumpled pages, she could tell that it was very old.

Dawn Smith was the little sister she never had. “Great!” Dawn said, happily “ooh, Harry Potter!” she added as she flopped down onto the bed, her black and purple striped hair fanning out over the bedspread. She snatched the book from Lena’s hands “I prefer Goblet of Fire” she glanced up at the older woman “it had dragons”. “So does Philosopher’s Stone”, Lena pointed out. Dawn blew a raspberry at that. “Hardly. It has an itty bitty baby dragon named Norbert but that’s it”, she said “nothing like the badass Hungarian Horntail” Dawn rolled over onto her stomach “hey, you do think dragons are real? That would be so cool”.

I throw the green leather diary back on the pile of books and spin around to face my best friend, Rachel Gilbert. I bought the diary for her on her eighteenth birthday two months ago when I couldn't come up with a better idea for a birthday gift because of course, I'm a crappy friend. And you can't convince me otherwise because I know even though buying a diary as a birthday gift for my bestie doesn't exactly on its own make me a crappy friend, when you consider all the ways I've failed Rachel - like hooking up with her boyfriend, Dan in sophomore year (yeah, I did that!) and lying to her about pretty much everything that mattered, you'd expect me to give her much more than a diary.

Pondering how he knew I was searching for it, he probably had Strange Magic too but… wouldn’t he need it as well. I peered over at Daisy who was having trouble with one of the pages, slowly I crawled up to her covering her eyes with my hands. “Want to guess.” I cheered keeping my hands on her eyes she hummed, tapping her finger on her bottom lip. “I don’t know, Snow is that you. Hex is it that annoying shifter that shares a bunker with me from our grade. " She grind her teeth, annoyed as if it was her having chills going down her spine. I laughed knowing she would say something like that. I sat the book in front of her book on “All Species Guide”, she gasp as I sat down to the chair next to