Dork Diaries Book 2 Novels & Stories

Brain fog for the win. The bath wasn’t yet full enough, but Dianna could wait no longer. She stepped into the tub and lowered herself gingerly, hissing as her bare arse sank into the scalding water. It had to be hot for it to make any difference, but man, that first touch always burned. She settled herself against the end of the tub and took another long drink before bringing her iPad to life and navigating to the book she was reading. Dragon shifters this time, not wolf shifters. It was appropriate, considering the way Jack looked at her reminded her of a dragon.

Darius opened his mouth, much likely to defend his Alpha but I didn’t need to hear lies from his mouth. So, before he could say anything, I pointed toward the tray, “Let’s eat. I’m hungry.” After we were done eating, Darius gave me a few more protein bars and water bottles before bidding me goodbye with a promise to return soon. For the rest of the day, I crawled and followed the sunlight with a book in my hand that Darius brought the first night. It was about a girl surviving in a foreign land, much similar to me. I could see why he chose the particular book for me and for some reason, I found it funny.

Actually … they turned out to take quite a long time. First game they wanted to play was hide and seek. And he didn’t know Dany’s house that well. So it took him twenty minutes to find Sawyer and Christian. Who were stuffed into a trunk she kept at the end of her bed that had quilts in it. Then they wanted Dany to find them… and Quinn. So he had to hide with them. This time they wanted to go into her closet and behind her clothes. That wasn’t the least bit awkward.

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

#Dorothy’s POV# The paper-and-dust smell hits me first and I swear I can still taste him on my tongue; the door chime sings and my chest does a weird flutter like I'm both shy and greedy at the same time. My mind is still on the kitchen and my husband’s mouth and how I almost forgot how to breathe. It's stupid and sweet. I'm walking into a bookstore like I'm coming up for air. So I stand there at the mat, pressing my palm to my belly because I like feeling grounded like that. I tell myself to be normal for five minutes, to just be a person who buys tea and listens to people read, and not someone who survived a marriage contract, a diagnosis, and a city’s gossip machine with my name in its mo

"But how sure are you not to doubt my story anymore?" "Remember the night you came here with me? At first, I was really hating all about you! But then, you remain intact and that make me doubt about my so called hate about you and even the email too!" "I still don't get it?" "Well, I don't really hate you, I hate myself for being reckless then and didn't even bother to see and check you when I can! Then about the email, I noticed something strange. I let the Keller IT professionals to do some work on it. And they found out that somebody else used your account!"

This was a problem. I slowly rolled off my desk and went to the sink to cleanse myself of as much of the telltale signs of sex as I could before I put myself back together. As I fastened my bra, my eyes caught sight of the books that Max had shoved out of his way. There was one lying open and displaying a drawing of a werewolf. I walked back to my desk and looked down at the book as it rested, face up, on the floor. Was someone trying to tell me something?

Lisa was going to wait for Daisie to beg her to be friends again. She deleted all the bad comments about her and tweeted. After a few days, during gym class, Daisie went to the library. She was feeling terrible because she was blocked, so she tried reading to feel better. She stood in front of the shelves and flipped through a book when she faintly heard someone say, “Are you still ignoring Daisie?” “Yes, aren’t you best friends?” Daisie placed the book back on the shelf, quietly walked next to them, and stuck her head out. She saw Lisa and two other friends there.

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

|•| 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.