Dork Diaries Not-so-glam Tv Star นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Vicidior, an 18-year-old high school student, was known for her striking beauty. With her captivating eyes, full lips, and curves that begged to be explored, she turned heads wherever she went. But Vicidior was also known for her intelligence and fierce independence, traits she inherited from her mother, Kenzy.

"I need you to distract Darius tonight so I can ask him." I watch through the crack in the toilet door as Selena Wilkins fluffs her horrible hair and makes her stupid lips look gross and sticky with her lip gloss. What sort of thirteen year old needs lip gloss? And high heels, they're totally impractical for anything, we live on the Moors for Goddess' sake! Not that I'm being petty or anything because for the last few minutes she's been talking about how hot Coal is and how she is going to make him her boyfriend.

I could see why she was popular as she stretched out on the bed. This is it Taylor. “I'll make your highlighter lipsticks but I have a few conditions.” “You know we can't get Rebecca off of you, so don't even try, ” Darcy said from the floor. “That's not what I wanted to say.” I rolled my eyes. “I'm doing this piece on populars and I kinda need your help.” “For the studio? I thought Rebecca was anchor?” Darcy asked with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, of course she is, I'm just her lowly assistant but this one is for me. For college applications, these things look good on it.”

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

🦪 DORA 🦪 I pull down my soaked shorts and underwear, before reaching for my tank top, then I turn off the shower and head straight into the room to get something on. My dress is just like my mood, something simple yet complicated. I didn’t bother brushing my hair; I just put it in a rough bun. It’s not a bad idea to look as miserable as I feel. Without glancing at the mirror, I already know I look terrible, even wounds from the last fight I didn't treat have turned purple and ugly. I reach for the door handle, and Dale’s voice echoes in the hall. “Dora… open up, we need to talk.”

"If you could get us out of the country, why didn't you do it sooner?" —I don't know, I really think Leonardo D'angelo is very dangerous. —Well, now it's late, I want to stay. -Angie... —Do you realize that we are living the best thing that will happen to us in our pathetic life? We were two boring girls with nothing better to do than spend hours in front of the television watching The Vampire Diaries . I understand that at any moment they can attack and shoot us, but I really don't want to go back to normal teenage life.

she replied in a faint voice. "Oh my gosh, oh my Gosh! Are you kidding me now?" Lisa squealed. "I'm serious. Do you know him?" "Of course I do! That hot man? Oh my gosh, you need to see his body. He's so hot and devilishly handsome! Oh my God! That's a big catch." She knew it, Lisa knew him—Lisa was an avid reader of celebrity news and was sure she had read everything about Darian's life. "Have you read about him too? What are his good and bad sides?"

He closed his laptop and stood up from his desk. “She’s barely even an adult and has lived through more shit than most of us do in our entire lifetime.” He growled out in anger. Thorn thought about Nikki. She did not dress like the other freshman girls, who made great effort to look older. She kept herself covered and wore clothing that did not draw attention to her. She kept her shimmering gold hair in a bun as if trying to dull down her beauty.

Nelly growled, crossing her arms. “Ever since your sex tape with Lucien was leaked by him who swore he didn’t kiss and tell–you’ve become calm and lame as hell. I miss the old Doris who stirred chaos, who fights for what’s wrong and right sometimes, the yapper Doris.” “There’s literally no difference between you and that blonde bitch—Diana—and it’s embarrassing to us.” “My nude got leaked on I*******m and every other popular platform that I’m well-known by Zane — my ex — and I didn’t even overreact the way you are. So why the hell are you acting like it’s the end of the world?

Gloss POV The moment Dream’s declaration hit the internet, my world spun off its axis. Overnight, every gossip site, entertainment channel, and social feed turned my name into a trending topic. Gloss, the anonymous intern-turned-“partner” of the nation’s most untouchable CEO. My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating, my inbox overflowed with messages, and my reflection in the mirror felt like a stranger’s.