Dork Diaries Book 17 Release Date Novels & Stories

Danika Williams 3. Emily Warner 4. The Mafia and the HR 5. The Mafia and his Stalker I want to express my heartfelt gratitude for all your unwavering support throughout this journey. Your encouragement means the world to me! Mark your calendars because my new book is set to release on June 1st, and guess what? It's going to be absolutely free! 😊 Sending heaps of love and gratitude your way. Thank you for being the best readers ever! Love you all, Irresistiblyme💕

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Moaning her name is our job and only our job. Me- Yeah, but don’t you want to know why she fled from him? Dexter- I do, but I don’t want to read about him moaning her name. Me- What if I skip a little? Dexter- PLEASE, JUST STOP! January 12th, 2022. ATLAS KISSED ME! I slam the book shut. Dexter- Hey! Don’t stop there. Me- What happened to ‘Don’t read her diary’? Dexter- Well now that you have read it, you may as well get all the details.

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.

"That's OK." "Do you want to talk about it?" Since I definitely didn't want that, I shook my head and began to push the photos together and put them back in the shoebox. I had talked and listened to more about the incidents of my sixth birthday to last a lifetime. Psychologists, appraisers, everyone wanted to give me their opinion on this, but I really just wanted to finish with this topic and leave it behind me. But now I was sitting here, closing the box with its lid and suddenly faced a whole new question. "What should I do?"

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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

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!"

“You can’t tell me you’re a virgin. I mean, sure, you’re a complete dork, but still… Pretty-boy football star like you? I’m not buying it.” The dork term caught me off guard. I’d never once thought of Wick Webster as dorkish. But if he was a dork, then he was a sweet, loyal, trustworthy dork trapped in a hot guy’s body, that was for damn sure. “I didn’t say I was a virgin,” he mumbled defensively to his sister. “I’m just saying it’s been long enough that I would know by now if I had anything. Alright?” Folding her arms over her chest, Darcy narrowed her eyes. “Oh really?” Obviously not impressed, she asked, “Has it been over a year?”

But before dusk, the corridors would run red, and my spellbook would be home. ★ ★ ★ Diana’s POV The morning tasted of wet stone and possibility. For once I walked to Ashmoor with a spring in my step, backpack snug against my shoulders, the weight of textbooks inside oddly light. Today was the last day: after years of insulting whispers in school hallways, the tight coil of high school would unwind. No more whispered notes in my locker. No more being the girl everyone thought could be pushed. Just one more exam, and then… Escape. I filled my lungs with the air, imagining the road unspooling ahead; my mother at my side, the money we have saved from university sponsors. A future. A clean start.