Dork Diaries Book 2 Novels & Stories

“Book two. As long as I get the first one back—these losers want to read it.” I gasp and shoot upright, snatching the precious object from his hands. My fingers fly to the cover. “There’s a second book?!” “Apparently, this one’s even spicier,” Aiden says casually. The boys openly stare at my half-naked body, but I couldn’t care less. I’m already flipping the pages, heart racing as I scan the first words. “Where did you get this?” I ask, looking up at him with wide eyes. Behind him, David is making a whole scene about not falling into the pool with his cast, while Daniel tries to shove him in. The others are lounging around Aiden—drinking, munching on snacks, and ogling me like I’m dessert.

The second she opened the door, she went straight to her mother's room and raided the whole place, looking for any proof that her mother was truly sleeping with Alpha Diesel. As she rummaged through her things, she saw a large black book with the word DIARY boldly written on it. Elora scoffed because she herself did not own a DIARY, nothing special had happened in her life to warrant one. Surely her mother would've not been so clumsy that she would write her life's secret in a book - Elora thought.

She had the bike to cover up for it. Levina might as well move into our house. I thought as I stared at her absentmindedly. She snapped her fingers in front of me. "Down to earth Dora…what's going on?" I shrugged my shoulders in response, and picked the latest book I had gotten from the library. I didn't steal this one. It was a book on covering spells—I was still intent on covering the scar on my neck. "I thought I am your friend…" I sighed, and dropped the book back on the table. She's playing this card now?

I was to get pregnant and then be killed by Bas. I had accepted my fate. My life was short, but it was well-lived, and for that, I was grateful. Walking out of the bathroom, I dressed and tied my hair into a messy bun. Sitting on my bed, I picked up the only book Darius had left me. Of all things, it was a geography book—a cruel irony in his claims not to let me die of boredom. I flipped through the pages, trying to focus on the text, but my mind wandered. The stark white pages were a contrast to the dark, suffocating thoughts in my head. Each page turned was a reminder of my confinement, the walls closing in on me.

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.

But when she pulled a condom out of her dessert drawer and threw it to me, it was high time for me to go home - without a condom. I spent the evening in my room over my books and the new journal that Historia brought out every month. But as soon as I crawled under my covers to sleep, my thoughts were back on Nick and his brother. That didn't change either when I sat sleepily in the kitchen over my cereal the next morning while Uncle Roderick turned the toast in the toaster into coal again. "You shine so brightly today," he remarked. As always, he missed the burnt smell that wafted through the kitchen.

I watch as Author embarrass my dad – they look like two long lost best friends. “I see Victoria has made you pull your last hairs out” my dad chuckles , referring to his hair piece. I place my hand over my mouth , and giggle into my hand. I watch as Author gives my dad a look of annoyance which is then accompanied by a smile. I start to zone out as the two beside me begins to remise their youth days – the trouble they had caused , the girls they had wooed and eventually started to speak about the girls who had stolen their hearts.

Why can't I remember anything? I put my index fingers on both sides of my head and slightly massage the corners of my head. What a horrible dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and grab my phone before heading downstairs. I start texting Kali. Me : I had a terrible dream last night. There was a girl who looked exactly like me except her eyes were completely black. Kali : You have an evil alter ego? Me : Very funny. Kali : I'll pick you up at 1p.m and you can tell me all about it.

Can I forget the revenge for which I planned my entire life? Can I be selfish for once? My answer is no. I can't Those screams of innocents will not leave my mind unless I give them peace. Multiple sleepless nights later I decided to go to school. I was taking out my books from my locker when I felt like someone was watching me. I turned around and my eyes met with Eric's. He was talking to a girl but his eyes were set on me. I closed my locker and turned to leave when he blocked my path.

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.