Dork Diaries Main Character Novels & Stories

Everyone wanted to date me until they knew what a freak I really was. I still remember who was my first, though. Well, it was kinda revenge over a girl in high school. Her name was Darcy. She liked the football captain of our high school, Damian And he was into me. Weeks before prom, he asked me. And I said yes. Who would not. He was actually the most handsome guy. He was a dream guy. He was good at studies and sports. Darcy got jealous and told the whole school my dark secret about the ghosts. How did she know? Well, I helped her family with a bully when we were kids.

“You can’t tell me you’re a virgin. I mean, sure, you’re a complete dork, but still… Pretty-boy football star like you? I’m not buying it.” The dork term caught me off guard. I’d never once thought of Wick Webster as dorkish. But if he was a dork, then he was a sweet, loyal, trustworthy dork trapped in a hot guy’s body, that was for damn sure. “I didn’t say I was a virgin,” he mumbled defensively to his sister. “I’m just saying it’s been long enough that I would know by now if I had anything. Alright?” Folding her arms over her chest, Darcy narrowed her eyes. “Oh really?” Obviously not impressed, she asked, “Has it been over a year?”

Annie has shut her out and they wanted her to have a taste of her own medicine. Plus Annie had a way of noticing things. And Malison couldn’t risk being seen right now. She sat cross-legged on the empty classroom floor, laptop balanced on her knees, the cursor blinking on a fresh document she had titled: "Fragments of Something I'm Not." It was supposed to be fiction. A story. Something vague and poetic about a girl who kissed another girl and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Malison told herself it was just a creative outlet. A thought experiment.

Minus the freaky hairstyle of course'. He sent me that stupid smirk of his. My classmates started giving me weird looks. The main character in the book was obviously bisexual but liked to call herself open-minded. Did I mention how much I hate Zayn Rodriguez? 'Haha. Very funny Rodriguez but maybe I should play the part and you get casted as one of the victims so I can slice your throat'. Mrs Woodley gasped a little too loudly. 'Okay, enough jokes, back to the lesson'. She said quickly not liking the direction the class had taken.

What is written inside it? She did not sleep. She sat at her small desk with her laptop open and the cursor blinking in an empty search bar and thought about where you even begin when what you are looking for has no name and no shape and the only person who knows anything about it is a girl who tried to kill you four hours ago. She typed: dark journal occult. Deleted it. Typed: ancient journals with hidden locations. Deleted that too. She pushed back from the desk and pressed her palms flat on her knees and stared at the ceiling.

I could hear voices outside, people shouting, organizing water brigades, but no one seemed to notice I was missing. The heat was unbearable. My nightgown started to smolder at the edges, and I pressed myself into the corner farthest from the flames, making myself as small as possible. I thought I was going to suffocate there, alone and unmourned. But then Darius ran in. He was only eighteen then, already showing signs of the powerful Alpha he would become. He didn't hesitate, didn't stop to consider the danger. He just appeared through the smoke like some sort of avenging angel, his eyes glowing with determination.

And Diory. Oh, Diory. Diory was sent into this world as a punishment for me, I'm sure. She's only fourteen but she's already a ball of energy. Bad energy, if I'm honest. Sometimes I'm afraid to even cross glances with her because I seriously think a demon reincarnated in my beautiful, precious daughter and sometimes it takes over her body.

Neither wolf looked aggressive, but they both watched the hatch with keen attention. A hand appeared, then, a boy scrambled through the hatch. He looked about ten, with dark brown skin, tightly curled hair, and a gray sleeping shirt just like Mae’s. He stared around the room with wide, dark eyes before noticing Darius. The boy immediately dropped to one knee. Darius stood up. “Don’t.” The child looked puzzled. “You don’t kneel to me.” “But you’re the Alpha.” “My name is Darius.” The boy stayed on one knee. Darius crouched down until they were closer in height. “What’s your name?”

To the way his fingers moved across the pages. To the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw. God. My imagination betrayed me instantly of him spanking my butt so hard that all I would be hearing is the echo of my moan filling the room. “Who’s Daddy’s fucking pet?” He voiced out while his nails crept deep into my skin. “Ah… Daddy, just you and only you. This feels so damn good.” While he kept spanking me harder “Please.. don’t stop daddy. Harder.” “Miss Anna?”

I lost it when I walked in and found Lucas sitting in one of the first rows. ""Xi... looks like you're having another bad day," muttered Dora trying to leave, but I held her back, she wasn't any stronger than me, Doralice was a little shorter and skinnier, with long straight curly hair, and sometimes she wears big round glasses and is always wearing a long knitted cashmere skirt, a style that's beyond horrible, but I couldn't judge, after all, until one of these days I wore bad and tight clothes." please... I don't want to be in your class today, he's right there" she pleaded pointing at Lucas, strangely he was looking at both of us with a gentle smile, but I know that behind that there's a