Dork Diaries Main Character Novels & Stories

I stayed with my Mum and Grandma in a small house in southern California. I have a boyfriend, Charles. Well, not actually a boyfriend but we've been friends since I was a kid and we're still friends now. Isn't that enough for us to be in a relationship? I attended Kingston's High School and I have some friends there along with some enemies. I'm thin tall and shy. I guess that's the reason I gets oppressed by most people in my class. Let's use Daniel for example. Yesterday he took my diary and tore it to pieces for no reason.

[Ronin: Dove, where are you? These few words made Diana's fingertips pause for a moment. She thought for a moment and replied to him. [Dove: Contact me if you need me, my phone number is ******] "Ronin" was one of the world's top hackers. Diana had met him accidentally online when she was twelve, and had followed him down the path of hacking ever since. But after her mother died, Diana had never touched that account again. In her last life, she had almost forgotten that she had such a friend. She returned to her old profession today because of John. She wondered why John had been fine all day, but after she had slept for a while, he suddenly became so angry. Diana guessed that someone had sa

A girl with short, ear-length hair walked over, grabbed Egbert Yedda's little hand, and spoke somewhat resentfully. This girl is today's main character, celebrating Tom Hiddleston's birthday dinner. "I'm embarrassed. I'll go home and change into some clothes. I'm a bit late..." "Damn it! Isn't this the security guard at our school? How dare they come to a place like that, it's truly a rare person..." An exaggerated tone filled with contempt. The sound came from a corner of the room.

When I was 13 I attended a new school, I was nervous about going because I didn't want my gay tendencies to start there. I had short, spiked up hair, fairly tanned, 5'5, 110 lbs. slim but very fit and I was proud of my abs that were starting to form. On the first time I hoped everything was going to go fine but there was this boy, his name was Aaron and he was the hottest guy I had ever seen. He had short dark brown hair, fairly tanned skin, about 5'7, about 120 lbs., and really fit. His muscles arm muscles would bulge on days he wore t-shirts and he was sporting a well defined six pack.

Then Diana. "Hello! I'm Diana Witchetta Faulkner, I'm 14 years old, obviously Faulkners are from the Southwoods. What else hmm...Oh! I'm an ash-gray wolf, I love deer meat, I love the river, and I love you Sir!" She squealed and went back to her seat, covering her face. The others started teasing and laughing and Sir Roman looked even more pleased. I pat her back. "There, there, you're okay." I hope.

Afterall, he was Dorian Grimaldi, a walking icon in North Creekville and I was Eden Monroe, the history major who’s basically a nobody. Heat rushed to my cheeks and for some reason, a painful pang shot through my chest and my first instinct was to run to a bathroom and bawl my eyes. I barely knew him and yet it hurt. Perhaps I was naive for allowing myself believe for a second that a man like him would be interested in me.

I'll die. "You think so low of me, yet you don't even know me."I began. "Don't report to the principal. I only fell. That doesn't look like a kiss. You are thinking too much. I don't even know who the fuck he is." "Oh really."He chuckled, gulping down a bottle of juice. He belched and continued. "I'll tell you who he is then. Damien is the best in this school. IQ would be probably ninety eight percent. Actually one hundred, but now I can't say, a girl has taken two percent of it. I wasn't in school yesterday, but I came to see the principal to settle some stuffs. I was lucky to see you both. He's cute, isn't he? Every girl wants to be with him but he loathes them all. I'm surprised." He paus

He is cold, arrogant, and impossible to read. She paused, her mind drifting to the memory of "D." She traced the letters on the page. In her mind, the "Chairman" and her "D" were two different people. "D" was a hero, a boy who had stood in the dark with her. Damien Black was a cold, powerful man who lived in a skyscraper. To her, they were opposites. She flipped back to the very first pages of the diary. She touched the shaky handwriting of her ten-year-old self. She read about the red heels, the spider, and the boy who gave her the candy.

Diory whispers and when I turn to see her, she motions for me to follow her. I do... she leads me into the woods. Deep into it. For a second I'm scared that she wants to do something to me. "What's wrong?" "I need your help," she says, looking all around as if to check that no one is listening to this conversation, "I want to beat the shit out of someone in school. She called me a wimp just because I'm five feet tall." "Hey, you're a fucking kid, you still have a lot of growing up to do," I assure, rolling my eyes.

A 19-year-old schoolgirl but suffered a life in prison, she was too weak to bear it, but for some reason, she still exists until now. Doris is so tired that she just wants to close her face tightly, sleep deeply, her stomach rumbles because of hunger but she doesn't care much, she just wants to sleep. Just through tonight, tomorrow will be fine, now it's just a nightmare, once you wake up, all that happened today will be just forgotten memories. Doris sat huddled in a corner, even though it was summer, the cold feeling reached her heart, which made her hug herself, she had to save herself.