Novel & Cerita Dork Diaries Book 17

I quickly head out to the next shelf. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel exhausted. Drake plops into one of the armchairs before the fireplace, yawning. “I covered thirty shelves, and there’s no book on celestial wolves. This is not a library. It's a book town!” He rests his chin on his arm. “It's so huge that I might find aliens hiding somewhere.” “Stop with the excuses. You are just incapable, that’s all,” Dory says while biting her thumbnail, her eyes trained on the book she’s holding.

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

Dante's POV I know I wasn't supposed to be doing this, especially snooping into the diary of a human girl who had given us nothing but troubles but fuck it, the first page was enough to drive any man crazy because that how on earth was she able to memorize every damn thing we did to her back then at the school, locker room, I sat down to read it and memorize everything.

Mark is really my one true friend here, I call the others mates cos we don't really roll. Cheryl hasn't talked to me since our date with her brother, I wondered if they're both okay. I sat down already with Mark, talking about Cole and how fast we need to get rid of him out of team. __________________ #Harley I looked at the book I'm holding, the book I wrote mean and dark secrets of everyone in this school. Thank God the book was in my locker when our house mysterious burn down, this is another leverage I think I have now on Cheryl. I took the book finally involving my myself, on the sheet inscribe *Harley Frinkles* with the word *Pompous rich slutty b*tch* under it.

Her thoughts drifted, circling that dangerous edge, where fear blurred into curiosity, and curiosity into something deeper, something harder to name. Because somewhere, buried beneath all her resistance, was a question she didn’t want to ask out loud: What would it feel like… to let go that completely? Chloe shut her eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly, as if trying to steady herself. Then, after a long pause, she lifted the diary again. Her thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” she whispered. And she opened the diary. ______ Episode 47 – Locked in the Office

Maybe I had been fooling myself. But I didn’t say anything. At that moment, I decided to prioritize myself. Dad didn’t stop; his remarks continued until I put my name on the map. With each new height came new expectations. It’s suffocating to be a Blackwood. “Marlene!” April called, throwing her hands up when she noticed I wasn’t listening. “Marlene, we’ve been having this class for three weeks. Maybe you need a break, some inspiration. The theme of the dance is Burning Flame—you’re supposed to burn, not…” she trailed off as I let the scarf loose and walked out.

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.

Dear Dairy Fourteen years ago, Dorian Vanderbilt locked me in his closet and left with his new, rich parents. He left me there. At the orphanage… and never came back. Today I will finally find him. My plan is simple. Find him. Make him fall hopelessly in love with me. Then destroy him… Easy peasy, right? “Student permit, please.” The guard lifts his hand without looking up from his booth. Troy slaps the diary shut and scrambles to dig out her papers.

( 12 years later ) Dust particles filled the air when I slammed the large, heavy book closed. A stressful groan escaped my lips as I angrily shoved it back on the shelf with the other books. "Anything?" I heard Darian's voice from the other side of the library. I shook my head and continued rummaging through the books, reading their spines. "There's gotta be something..." Darian mumbled as he pulled books off the shelves, opened them, and tossed the unhelpful objects somewhere behind him, yelling profanities at them. "Dammit! This is taking forever!"

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.