Novel & Cerita Dork Diaries Book 17

I'll leave that for a future post if anyone wants to hear. I lived in the country, and was an only child, so no friends near or siblings to experiment with. So one hot summer day I walked the quarter mile down between the fields to the small creek. I wasn't supposed to go down there but mom never paid attention. So I went skinny dipping in the secluded creek. This particular day a rather large, but friendly dog was running around, a Lab mix of some sort. I went to high ground to see if someone was around, but nobody. I had already been jacking off in the creek when the dog came over, tail wagging. I noticed he had a dick like me. So naturally I started touching it and it grew. I started to s

I secretly pray it's a poem because riddles are so not me “Okay book, judge me if you want, but I like girls, I think I'm not sure. Okay screw that I know I like girls like actually like them. Men are extremely so dumb and did I mention they all stink. But anyway, it’s not like anyone will ever know. Hahaha(evil laugh, smiling face, heart)” I froze. Completely froze. The diary dangled from my hand as the words repeated in my mind like an earthquake. Charlotte. Perfect, intimidating, hates-my-guts Charlotte likes girls.

Each entry is a howl, a secret, a snapshot: David’s handwriting sharp and impatient, Darrel’s all loops and nervous smudges, Derick’s almost unreadable except to those who know how to listen for his absence in a line. Lizzy finds it by mistake, one Sunday morning, searching for a lost battery. She reads the first page—If we die, let this be evidence: we tried—and slaps the journal shut, returning it to its hiding spot without a word. Later, she fills the margins with her own script: mostly insults, dares, footnotes correcting the boys’ memory of certain events. “You’re all such drama queens,” she tells them over cold coffee, cross-legged atop the table. “Plenty of people have shared a girl b

I blurted after a few more minutes of silence and Dorian's lips only quirked in response. frustration brimmed under my skin but all that evaporated when Dorian finally stopped in the parking lot of a movie theatre, its marquee glowing in the evening light. i squinted at the board in front displaying the play. The Boys In the Band. my eyes widened in shock because...that was my fucking favorite book! it had gone missing on my bookshelf a few weeks ago and I couldn't ask anyone in the frat house about it because well, it was a gay movie and I could as well scream my sexuality from a rooftop instead of asking them.

Her thumb hovered before she clicked the file again. She forced herself to scroll deeper this time. The records weren’t fake. She recognized the codes, the dates. Her chest constricted as the memories clawed back. There it was black and white, undeniable. Her diagnosis. Her secret. The thing she’d sworn nobody at this school would ever know. Tears burned her eyes. She slammed the phone down, pressing her palms into her face. Whoever had sent this… they weren’t bluffing. They knew everything. Her phone buzzed again.

I pounced on her from behind bringing her down to the ground and we began to wrestle again with our grunts filling the air. "Give it back!" I protested trying to free her fingers from it. "Grow up Orian! You are not going to die if I read your stupid diary." "And you are not going to die if you do not end up reading it you dolt." "I might be sick if I do not read it, do you want me sick?" "You are already sick in the head, what difference does it make?"

Luciana Pov. Damon: Let's start our first night. Shall we... With that, he slammed his lips on my neck making me yelp out in shock. Lucy: N-No. Stop. I whispered but he didn't stop... His cold lips met my warm skin giving me goosebumps. I again tried to struggle but he was too strong... He started to trail wet kisses all over my neck. My whole body shivered at his touch. I didn't like it. I really hate it.

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.

She began to read what she saw. Dear diary, Like all the other days, today is a special day. Today is the love of my life, Derick’s one hundredth year as a vampire. Dana baked a special cake, but unfortunately none of us could eat it, so we ended up throwing pieces of it down the mountain. I had so much fun decorating Derick’s handsome face with the cake. I wish everyday could be like this… She had read some lines before Dana stopped her. “Of course, it makes sense that you can read it. It’s your diary after all. You can keep it. Probably you’ll see something she wrote there that will be helpful to your quest.”

When she combed through the book without finding a suitable replacement, she went back to the bookmarked page. “This is the only one that will work,” Maggie was almost shouting to be heard over the incessant howling and pounding. Dennis stood in the doorway of the bedroom. The chaos was overpowering. He leaned against the door frame trying to collect his wits. He felt groggy, as if he’d been drinking all night. Tara rushed to help him to a chair. “He’s feverish” she shouted as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her brother’s brow.