Dork Diaries Dorky Drama Queen Novels & Stories

She was unable to suppress the quiet whine that worked its way out of her throat, cracking through the flimsy apprehension that they were both immersed in. Another big hand slipped down her stomach, a warm palm flattening which made the Queen shiver. Lukas parted her lips with his tongue, licking into her mouth carefully and languidly. She mewled, lifting her hands and curling them around his neck, trying to pull him even closer. Lukas was warm and firm against her, overwhelming in every way possible.

I don’t know how she keeps up with this selfish pompous ass. “That is nothing. Outside is a golden statue of you, My Queen. It is worth over a billion,” Darius says while his queen rolls her eyes. I have not seen the statue but I can bet my life that it has him somewhere on it. “You are such a show off, Darius. You don’t know her at all. Her Highness hates exorbitant gifts,” Marco sneers as if his was any better. The two of them are now going off at each other. I am reminded of why I am grateful to be producing milk for Cale. The hormones that are making it possible for me to produce milk prevent my ovulation. I have not had to deal with these two this month.

Nika and Lis had teased her relentlessly, stealing her clothes, 'accidentally' spilling food on her lap, whispering to boys at parties that Diana was "desperate but desperate doesn't mean dateable." And now this, the final straw... Diana's knees buckled, and she sank onto the couch, burying her face in her hands. Sobs tore from her throat, raw and guttural, her body shaking. Jake hovered awkwardly, muttering apologies that fell flat and the stepsisters exchanged glances, Nika rolling her eyes. "Drama queen," she muttered, but there was a flicker of unease in her eyes, maybe guilt, or fear that Elena would find out and cut off their allowance.

Queen recovered first. “It is just kits, Davis,” Queen said, her voice rising in a frantic, defensive register. She moved into his line of sight, her hands fluttering as she searched for an excuse to anchor them both. “You should know how desperate these girls can be. She’s looking for an excuse to find her way back into your orbit. It’s a classic play.” "You don't get it, mum. If she had wanted that, she would have told me about it. Why wouldn't she tell me?”

Warning- Mature Content After 1 month Devika's p.o.v I am dancing in front of him wearing only a lacy panty. My whole body is on display and I am not feeling ashamed anymore. There is no tears or expression on my face. He said sipping alcohol from his glass," very good, my doll. Come here". I walked to him and stood in front of him. He looked at me raising his brow. I know what he is telling me to do.

Peter's face was etched with wrinkles, and his graying hair helped make him look like a helpless, elderly man. He cried during the live stream, accusing me of not just kicking Chelsea out of the house but also sending him flirtatious messages, trying to seduce him. He unabashedly released some ambiguous videos and pictures that were doctored, with my face clearly seen as "I" lay beneath an elderly man, looking like I was completely blissed out with tears of pleasure in my eyes.

My name was Roxy Monroe, and I was the campus belle at the art school. Before graduation, I needed to find an internship. I landed a position at a public institution where I just had to deliver supplies every day. I thought it'd be a very easy job, and since it was a government position with good pay, I agreed without hesitation. Only when I got there did I realize they were sending me to deliver contraceptives to the slum. These people were all simple-minded but well-endowed poor folks.

I cannot make this fake-dating disaster more complicated than it already is. "Yes, Auntie," I lie, praying my eye doesn't twitch. "You were definitely wrong. No Mr. Dark and Nasty here. Just me, my neurobiology textbook, and total purity." "Well," Sighing, she raises her eyes to the ceiling dramatically, "I’ll still keep praying to the mighty God of Cunt Destroyers to send my little girl her knight in pussy-conquering armor." "Aunt Danny!" I choke out as a mixture of horrified laughter and embarrassment embraces me. "Please never change."

Description Diana is a seventeen year old introverted high schooler in Fort Fairfield, Aroostook county. She live with her mother, Juliet and her little brother, Cole. The story begins with a set of unusual activities after Diana’s birthday leading to the discovery of her magical powers. She is the last white flasher and the only person who can fight against the evil that is eating up the very fabric of the world of magic.

once again Dario hummed. “Have you seen my Queen?" He asked as he brought his nose to my neck, growling so low only I could hear. He made me sit down on his lap. He was just something else entirely. “Get on your knees and greet my Queen properly,” Adriana's head quickly snapped up to look at me and the look there was like she'd rather die than do what Dario just asked her. "She's not a Queen you're just confused at the right woman who is supposed to be your Queen and that's me!" Oh, oh. Was she trying to get herself killed?