Novel & Cerita Dork Diaries Not-so-glam Tv Star

HER RETURN [ Mission find daddy for mummy] Diana D. Chapter 85: Reality show. Day 1: The interview. AUTHOR'S. Daisy didn’t know what was worse: the blinding flash of cameras or the heavy make up on her face or the equally blinding glare coming from the man standing stiffly beside her. Carl Warner. The Carl Warner. Billionaire. Movie-star handsome. And apparently, her boyfriend. At least for the next thirty days.

Without him, Marcus would take that key to the Dean, without him, the school would find out about the break-in. I was lucky, that’s what everyone said. I was the girl who got the star. I stood up and walked to the mirror, holding the dress against my body. I looked different and important. "Is this really my life now?" I asked my reflection. The girl in the mirror didn't answer. She just looked back with wide, tired eyes. I put the dress back on the hanger and lay down. I tried to sleep, but the silence of the room felt heavy.

The woman is short, but all curves and bouncing breasts, and that smile is worth a million bucks. Glossy, raven-colored hair runs down to her shoulders, and her makeup is worn stronger today, making her eyes pop. I'm not sure if they are hazel or green. The point is that she is beautiful, and I don't look away, even when her friend notices me staring. Sheepishly, I lift my hand to wave when both women stare at me like I'm a creepy stalker. "Hey, Dar? Doesn't that man looks an awful lot like the actor from that popular tv show?" The other woman whispers to Daria, who is entirely deadpan with disinterested eyes.

“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?”

Colton says. “Colton!”both Rebecca and I, exclaim. Trust him to say something like that. “What? Dr D says so,”he says defensively. Dr D is celebrity Dr who happens to be a model and Colton never misses his shows. “Keep your Dr D information to yourself. How about confidently waving my hair at an interview?”I ask. “And get the job!” Rebecca adds excitedly. “That is so stupid, it will work,” Colton beams. “So good, your hair will thank you,” Rebecca says.

HOURS BEFORE THE WEDDING Dawn is a certified hacker and I do not mean she knows how to guess your boyfriend’s password or unlock a locked iPhone with some sneaky trick on TikTok. I mean, she is the real deal. She excelled in computer science, graduating at the top of her class. She then worked for two years at a confidential cybersecurity firm. During a girls’ trip, she hacked into a private financial server on a dare. Quietly. Drunk. From a hotel iPad. Rumor has it she could get into the FBI files if she wanted to. She never confirms it. But the look in her eyes when people bring it up says everything.

Anna pov You can call me a dirty slut, but one thing is certain— I must have him today. I have been teasing professor Jeff for weeks, wearing skimpy outfits to class, crossing my legs just right so he gets to peek up my skirt. And now, here we are in his office after hours, the door locked and the air thick with tension. “Earth to Anna,” Professor Jeff snaps, his voice pulling me back from my daydreams. He’s leaning back in his chair and those sharp eyes are locking into mine. “You have been so distracted lately, Anna. What seems to be the problem?”

The kind that kissed girls in dark hallways and pretended it never happened afterward. Unfortunately, I knew that from experience. "Smile, sweetheart." My stomach tightened instantly. I turned slowly. Dante stood a few feet away, drenched in rain and sweat, black eye paint smeared beneath his eyes. His jersey clung to every inch of muscle like it had been stitched onto him. Number Seven. Quarterback, campus king, and a professional menace, the kind of good looking that ruined lives. And unfortunately, he had a specific talent for ruining mine. His dark gaze slid over me mockingly. "You always look constipated when you take my pictures."

Chapter Two My eyes were glued to Daisy’s phone, widening in disbelief. The video was shaky but clear enough her friend Mia, the same girl who always wore pastel cardigans and talked about waiting for the “right person,” was bent over a park bench at night. Some guy I didn’t recognize had her skirt hiked up, thrusting into her hard while she moaned loud enough for the microphone to catch every gasp. Someone had secretly recorded it. The angle suggested it was from the shadows, like a cruel prank.

she sighed. "Why's that?" "Because my big sister is gorgeous and she lets me lick her pussy," she giggled again. I giggled along with her and toyed with her braids. "God, you're mesmerized by my pigtails," Daria teased. "I think you might be giving me a fetish," I agreed. "Don't wear them too often or you'll drive me nuts." "I can see that." "Are you ready to move in with me?" I inquired. She was spending a huge amount of time with me but hadn't moved her stuff in yet.