Dork Diaries Mackenzie Novels & Stories

So, yes, she was quite excited to be able to do this herself. “Maybe we should split up, cover more ground”, Lena suggested. “Good idea”, Dawn agreed “holler if you find it”. “Will do”, Lena promised and headed off in a different direction. She strolled through the graveyard, glancing from stone to stone, searching for MD. The young witch stopped when she saw a gravestone with a name of McKenzie. It wasn’t her parents one but it was enough to bring back painful memories. Her mother and father screaming…the flames that consumed her house…Lena let out a sob, tears rolling down her face.

Kim answered in monosyllables. Mackenzie even said how she thought Nicky was "scrumptious," but promised Kim she'd never do anything with him. It didn't require my special superpower to see that something was going on. Kim's tension increased visibly when Mackenzie started talking about me, in terms more explicit than she'd used with the boys. "He has the most delicious cock, Kim. I think maybe I liked it even better than Martin's. That's it, the Westwood exit. How many cocks have you sucked, Kim? “Did you suck Josh when you were going with him?" Kim nodded

she whispered, pulling Raegan on top of her. Raegan hesitated for a moment, but the sight of MacKenzie's naked body beneath her was too much to resist. She leaned down, capturing MacKenzie's nipple in her mouth. MacKenzie gasped, her hands gripping Raegan's hair. Raegan took her time, lavishing attention on MacKenzie's breasts before trailing kisses down her stomach. She settled between MacKenzie's legs, inhaling her scent. MacKenzie was already wet, her pussy glistening in the dim light. Raegan leaned in, running her tongue along MacKenzie's slit.

On the other hand, Natasha and Nathan are expected to go out because they have friends here in Atlanta. When I heard my stomach growling and making unpleasant noises while we were in the store, I told Mia to stay inside since I needed to use the restroom. I got on a bike and rode off. As usual, I saw Jack washing when I arrived home and entered the compound. I had already considered inviting him inside and fvvking him until he blew my mind. But then my phone rang, and Derek answered. "Hello, sweetheart." "He said," "Hey" "So, are you able to attend today?" He inquired.

Mackenzie's POV "Now how do you expect me to do this Harold? This is fucking torture." I say to the teacher who is making me fucking write 'I am a rebellious little shit' on a piece of paper two-hunderd times over. "Mackenzie, this is detention. You wouldn't be here if you weren't such a rebellious little shit." He says reading his news paper. "And that is Mr. Deeds to you." He says and I smirk. "I've always liked you man." I say and get up and sitting on the table.

I passed off the minute aberration as a slight glitch stemming from the fact that I didn't know who she was, and I knew all the lookers on campus; in fact, I'd slept with ninety-five percent of them in my three years here. Just as I was making up my mind whether to approach her or not, Mackenzie Harden flew into me. I barely stifled a sneer of annoyance at the interruption. I might be a dog, but mom had instilled some manners in me, so it wouldn't be cool to drop her on her ass. I've been trying to get rid of Mackenzie for the better part of two weeks, but she doesn't seem to understand that I have a code. I never return for seconds.

I walk over to the keg and am intercepted by Mackenzie who is wearing the most outrageous neon pink bikini top with triangles that are at least 3 sizes too small for her boobs. “Hi Monroe!” “Hello.” “You know, I bet you think you’re so special. Everyone around here acts like you shit rainbows but I hope you’re aware that it won’t last. You’re shiny and new and mysterious, but that’ll go away and I’ll still be at the top of the food chain.” I walk around her and start filling my cup from the keg and say, “Alright, Mackenzie. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” “I bet you haven’t slept with him yet have you?”

Then when Lucas comes back, I could ask him for how to get blood from the blood bank without anyone suspecting. “My brother is starting to smell like food to me. Goddamnit! I can't help myself anymore.” Mackenzie probably needed the help now but there was no way I could help her immediately. I could only help her help herself, if she was willing. “Breathe, Mackenzie. How are you?” “I feel horrible.” She said while holding back a sob. I could hear everything that she was trying to keep silent. “Go to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Sit directly under the shower so that the water is pouring on your skin and don't end this call. I'll be with you shortly.”

“Never again my loves, we’ll never be apart again. I swear it on the moon.” Mackenzie started chattering non-stop about her day at school as we drove out, Chloe sat with her at the backseat as Mackenzie kept her updated about her science teacher and a kid named David. Chloe chuckled and oo-ed and ahhh-ed at the right places with the occasional ‘no way' and ‘tell me more’. Mackenzie spoke animatedly using her hands and Chloe’s hands, her presence brightened up Chloe’s world a million times than I ever did, I thought grudgingly.

And yet, I knew that deep inside, she was still hoping that her father got to know the real her and that he would love her without trying to change her. When I saw her at the bar drinking alone, I actually felt bad for her. She should have somebody to talk to. She should know that she could trust someone. I doubted that Jennifer Gracie was really her friend. After all, what kind of best friend tells other people your deepest, darkest thoughts and secrets? Mackenzie was so used to not trusting anyone that she kept everything in. She appeared to be tough and carefree, when inside I knew she was breaking. She needed somebody to take care of her; she needed somebody to trust.