Dork Diaries Books Novels & Stories

A pull like a magnet, weak but just about perceptible. Caitlin opened her eyes and followed the pull as it led her to a shelf of dusty books. Her eyes skimmed across the spines, unable to read any of the languages. But then she saw one book in English and knew, deep inside of her, that she had found what she had been sent here for. She pulled the book down and a cloud of dust flew into the air. The book had clearly not been touched for centuries. She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin.

I laugh at the clever word play. "Can we go in there?" I plead. Jack looks to where I'm pointing, "Of course." He smiles at me. I smile super hard and stare at the adventure ahead of me. We walk in and I look at a ton of cooking books, dog calendars and more. There's a book there called, Dear Nobody. It's a true story about a girl named, Mary Rose, who has to deal with her drug addiction and boys. The book interests me. I show Jack. "Out of every book in this store, you choose the one about an addict?" Jack raises his eyebrows. I shrug.

The trio had never for once made me forget my place as the loser in school. A memory of their recent torture took control of my mind and began to replay in my head. It had been a slow day and I had been reading. It happened so suddenly. One minute the book was right there in my hand and the next, it was snatched by someone. This aroused anger inside me that I screamed out. "Hey!" The trio, Duke, Darius and Dean stood proudly before me. Darius was the more outspoken one of them, tall with brown hair and brown eyes like his dad's. He found the book I'd been reading too funny because he was grinning as he flipped through the pages.

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.

Considering that I had to be at work by 8 AM, which was just seven hours away, I should have gone upstairs right there. However, I was feeling horny as hell and needed to get off. I opened up my laptop computer and went to my favorite p**n website, where I quickly acquired a raging hard-on from the movies I was watching. I pulled out my seven-inch cock and began to stroke it as my eyes remained fixated on the scene of a young teen girl getting pounded in the ass by a massive dick. At that point, I was not sure if I would rather be the guy doing the fucking or the girl getting railed in the ass.

Once the door clicked shut, I was alone in the dim light. I scanned the room, it was almost easy to tell which part of the room belonged to Darius. Other than the fact that he scent was stronger from the right corner, it looked…neater. Darius always looked like he wanted to take his time with everything, no matter how little it was. The bed, the clean surface, everything just screamed Darius. I moved directly to the wooden shelf, running my fingers along the spine of the books. Did he truly read? Where did he even get all these books from:

I urged them to make sure they graduate well and live well at the same time. Unlike most people, I was the connection I needed, I wasn't coming there to get the right connections and friends because, honestly I was all the connection I needed, I did a very good job keeping a low profile and no one knew I existed before I graduated. Right now I wish I could erase all of that and start afresh. When I was leaving, someone called me a very familiar name. Book-a-thon. It was a name they gave me in my class because I did a 24 hours session in the library reading and I didn't even realize I spent that much time.

NEAH I hid the box under a loose floorboard in my room. The same floorboard I used to hide candy bars from Caleb when we were fifteen because the boy could smell chocolate through concrete. The irony of hiding my mother's secrets in the same spot wasn't lost on me. The vial stayed in the box. The documents stayed in the box. But the USB drive came with me. Theo and I set up in the small office off the main hallway. The pack's secure computer was old but functional. Theo handled the technical side while I sat beside him and tried to keep my hands from shaking.

I headed to my security office to get more update on the fucker who thought it was wise to follow me and to draft a plan to kill them. I would not let anyone take what was mine for the second time. . . . _DAISY POV<3 I was lying on our bed after a shower, reading one of the books from my library. I opened a book that was themed ‘erotica’ and began reading. I read to the part where the man kissed the girl, swallowing her surprised gasp, which turned into a moan when he slid his hand between her legs and plunged two fingers in. She let out another moan, raising her hips when his thumb found her clit. He pressed—

She doesn't even get a chance to open her bag or write in her diary before the lecturer screams at them to open their books. So, she takes her favourite therapy method and disguises it inside her book. She randomly starts doodling. There are so many things to write. Dear Diary… The way he looked at her last night. He genuinely stared. And the things he said. She starts scratching his name again. Over and over, filling the margin until the ink runs thick. D.O.R.I.A.N Then, the glowing eyes… The way he could track her pulse… There’s the enemy complication. So many intricate puzzles to solve. So little time.