Dork Diaries Dorky Drama Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alcina looks away. The Duchess taps her finger against the table's wooden surface, and it feels like the blaring rhythm of a snare drum to Alcina's frayed nerves. It is Darla, then, who speaks, surprising every person but Percy. "Is it not obvious?" she has a small but devilish smile on her lips as she stares down her nose at the Duchess in particular. "She is a dragon lord." A pause before Darla tilts her head. "Well. The dragonlord, I suppose."

“Dimi, if you and whoever you end up with want to swing, I’m your girl. I’ll peg your man while you get dominated by mine.” “I’m reminded of something Mags said earlier and the first thing I ever do when you die, Darya Pappas, is clear your browser history. Your porn stash is probably downright violent.” Dimi scowled at Darya, “and as much as I love to watch you whip someone, watching you have sex is not on my list of things I want to do.” “Boring,” Darya sighed and flung herself back into a lounger. “I might take a shift tonight.”

Darius set the glass down. “Disgusting, yes. But temporary. Humans break. They bore. They die. He’s already cracking—skipping meals, pulling away, going quiet. Give it another week. He’ll either fold or disappear. Either way, the queens will remember why they’re here. Legacy. Power. Not some scarred foster kid who thinks defiance makes him special.” He leaned back again. Crossed one leg over the other. The circle fell into comfortable silence—wine passing, laughter soft.

“This is not for you.” Drake scoffs. “I know. I’m just sniffing to know what the flavors are.” Dory rolls her eyes. “Go sniff someone’s butt like the dog you are.” Drake narrows his eyes. “Oh I get lots of hot girl butts. Unlike you, I’m actually popular.” “I feel bad for those girls,” Dory clicks her tongue and feigns concern. “Stop it, you two,” I tell them, and they both stiffen.

As they grew more impatient for the testing to begin, Queenie gave them one last tease as she removed the white fabric from beneath her boy shorts and waved the fabric with a damp spot in front of the camera. Those who were quicker from the uptake almost couldn't breathe from shock at the realisation that they were so close to seeing what shouldn’t be seen on stream. Their complaints and pleas in the chat fell on deaf ears as Queenie sat back down on the throne with the dildo in place, peeking through the hole on her throne just a little. Wriggling her butt and inhaling slightly as she felt the tip of the toy prodding her entrance, London slowly sank down on the throne with her legs closed t

Maeve let out. “What? Charlotte? Come on.” Camden let out in a puzzle, he knew one of the trio, Charlotte, had a crush on him and as beautiful as she was with glowing brown skin and her hair flying as she walked by, he doesn’t like her back. “Oh, please.” Valerie rolled her eyes as the trio walked in to get what they wanted. Getting what they’d planned on getting Maeve turned and accidentally spilled her Diet Coke on Diana, Diana is the most beautiful in the group and she was also a senior, won prom queen over four different times. Maeve gasped when she realized what had happened.

Thorne was probably just mad because I was more popular, than Thorne. I turned over and over trying to find a position that did not hurt. The Queens body ached over the Queens head throbbed with pain and the Queen was pretty sure the Queen was losing the Queens mind. Being the Queen was supposed to be the thing that ever happened to the Queen. The Queen and the Queens family were supposed to live ever after, in their big castle with their perfect little baby.

"What's the rush? I'll bring her back when she learns her lesson. You guys won't believe this—she actually emailed me a divorce agreement the other day. Said she wanted to 'end things'. I almost died laughing. It's obviously a bluff. "She's so desperate. I'll give her a couple more days, let her cool off. It's like she still thinks she's the prom queen or something." I took a deep breath and pushed the door wide open.

"You can be jealous of my grades all you want, but you don't get to mess with my future." The crowd erupted the second she finished. I caught a few girls from school pulling out their phones to film me, muttering just loud enough for me to hear, "That's her. The one who got written up for copying Joey's answers. What a piece of work. She's seriously twisted." More comments floated past. "The side character is actually evil. She knocked over the female lead's breakfast on purpose." "Someone like that wants to go to college? She should just go work in a factory."