Dork Diaries Dorky Drama Queen Novels & Stories

But the Queen easily lead me to the right place and used the key to take an old book with dust on it. " This is Dorothy's Diary. I don't think we can see her memory. It's not safe to stay here longer than half-an-hour," Victoria said opening and flipping the pages. " Here it is," Dorothy's Diary I feel in the sea. I know it's my carelessness and my stupidity to prove that Iam braver than my sister. I tried to underestimate her and then I was the one who suffered. I expected my dad to save me but he chooses Tori first. Then who am I? They should have done something to save both of them. Instead, they let me die. I died. When I opened my eyes, I expected to see my dad or mom but all I saw is p

Too charged. The night unfolded in flashes—dancing, laughter, whispered dares. Becky ended up dragging Sussy onto the dance floor, leaving Annie caught between Damien’s easy charm and Adrian’s quiet, steady presence. The drama queen made her rounds, tossing sharp remarks and fake smiles, each one aimed at whoever threatened her spotlight. And then, just when Annie thought she could breathe, the drama queen glided over, eyes narrowing at Annie. “Well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Didn’t think you’d be here. Guess even the quiet ones need to play dress-up sometimes.”

I still didn’t believe I was a queen, and, in all honesty, even if it was true, I wasn’t sure that was what I wanted for myself. “OK. I guess you better show me how to resist Darius’s mind games because I have a feeling this toothbrush isn’t going to cut it,” I joked, and Dawn let out a genuine chuckle. Dawn walked over to the bed and sat beside me, turning her body to the side so she was looking at me.

the exact type of smile that she usually wears when she is about to get up to some mischief, and I don’t like it one bit. “Who would have thought that the damsel in distress is actually the queen of the castle? I had no idea that Uncle Ralph and Aunt Dora could keep secrets so well.” “You and me both.” “Hey, what’s with the curt replies? I wasn’t the one who asked your sex partner to jump straight into her ex-husband's arms within mere hours of meeting him again, so don't bite off my head. Old flames are difficult to quench, after all. Don't take it personally.” Diane drawls, eyeing me mischievously.

"You wanna tell Daddy what you saw? What we did? Then go ahead. But if not…maybe just close your eyes. Or let it happen." Dorya hated how her knees weakened at the low, sinful whisper. The woman pulled her tank top down. Chantel's hand slid along her waist. "Stop," Dorya whispered, but it came out breathless. "You don't want us to stop," Chantel murmured. "You're jealous. Admit it." "Screw you." "You already did." The woman laughed. Chantel grinned. And then Dorya did the worst thing she could do.

She could still hear the running feet of the students. Dika snorted, her defiance as sharp as her tongue. She was the only one who dared to talk back to Nyxoria and live to tell the tale, the only one who had stood by her side on her first day at the Arcane. Dika was a tall, striking young woman, standing at 5'9. Her deep, rich dark complexion complemented her dark hair, which was meticulously plaited into neat cornrows that flowed freely at the end of her ponytail, adding to her commanding presence. She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself.

She claimed I spent all my time obsessing over a guy while she focused all her effort on her studies. Eventually, the gossip got back to me. According to her, I was a rebellious, love-addled fool who stayed out all night and acted domineering toward others. Outraged, I left William and went back to my dorm room. I flung the door open, the loud bang drawing the attention of the surrounding classmates who carefully stole peeks in my direction. Natasha was the only one in the dorm room. I walked up to her and held my phone up to her. On the screen was a forum post she had made to rant about my various lifestyle habits and dating life. Although it had been made anonymously, I instantly knew she

I dart into the kitchen and scream and laugh like a maniac when I'm picked up from the floor. "I got you now!" Dior announces. "You're all mine for the taking!" I kick with my legs, but Dior hardly seems to notice. I'm in what I would like to call a hedgehog position, all rolled-up and helpless as Dior dances around with me. "You smell so sweet," Dior nibbles at my neck, sucking in a sensitive spot that makes me cry out. "Oh, are you ticklish? How amusing." "No, stop that! Put me down, please!" I'm laughing tears and barely breathing. I judge I've gone into shock. "Help me! Finn! Anyone! Dior is harassing me!"

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.

ANNATORIA Seeing ‘For My Queen’ roll in the title made my heart thud hard and a bitter taste rise in my throat. I coughed it off, exhaled hard and played the video, which had the background of this very office. The glinting green-hazel eyes and gentle handsomeness of the Darius Throne persona appeared on the screen, and my chest sank into the ground. Then, with the very smile that made me swoon multiple times, his voice reached past the phone speaker, ‘If you’re watching this video, it means you already know the truth. So…’