Dork Diaries Novels & Stories

We finally decided to settle for the day. Eleanor retired to the staff quarters while Irena and I returned back to our room. We bathed together and I told her about the mark on my back. I got from when my dad hit with his belt when I slapped Sadie for calling my mom a slut. I was just 13 years then and she was 12. She had a boyfriend who was in my class, she always kept track of what the guy did in school when they were not together so she was told by her friend that the guy and I sat together for a class and how he had talked to me.

Dear Diary, My first day at college did not go as expected to say the least. My roommate is a little odd, I mean she literally has barely said two words to me. Her name is Annabelle and I think she's like a pre-law major or some shit. Classes haven't even started and I haven't seen her take her eyes off the thick ass textbooks she already bought. I had tried multiple times to start a decent conversation but she seemed less than interested.

D. You heard it right, we have our black card and also our fake I. D's. Abuelo gave it to us, so when we encounter some emergency we can get easy access and this was an emergency. We change our clothes and when we are done, you really can't tell that we are high school students. Yes, we are handsome indeed.

I wave him goodbye, he checks his noodle hair in the mirror and leaves. There is not much work. There is never much work. I sit in front of the laptop and check my F******k account. F******k is boring when you’re dating the prettiest girl there will ever be. I don’t want to, but I still end up doing what I’ve been avoiding since morning. I fetch the diary from my drawer and open it. RD.

“I want to show you something… Where’s your notebook?” Seeing it for himself on the little table, Christophe headed for it in one long stride, turned on the notebook, and prepared a USB flash drive next to it “Good! No password! Come and sit! We’ll probably still be sitting here at lunchtime tomorrow. You’re going to watch and inwardly digest every indescribably boring hour of this just as I had to…” “Christophe... W-what are you talking about?” she prompted, watching the images on the display.

” Dora finally said. ”I absolutely don't get where your point is going?” Zoe asked, still confused. ”Don't act dumb with me girl,” Dora said staring at her nails. ”Do you mean Lisa likes Alex and wanted to video them so she could share it on the net?” Zoe said feeling disgusted. ”Yes, exactly?” Dora said. ”My nails feel dirty and I haven't been to the spa for a long time, do you want to come? My treat.” Dora offered. ”Nah, I can't go with you, I have work after school.” Zoe said, staring at my nails.

He smiled when he noticed her, without wasting any time we both approached her. goodness this woman is gorgeous. She reminds me of Theo Lamoreaux, The French Don. That's when Shira Lamoreaux, the eldest daughter of Mr. Lamoreaux, they look so alike, she's got his feisty eyes similar to tigers. It held power and I liked that.

Her mind was silent. The world was silent around her. She couldn't hear the sound of the other cells. A deafening echo filled her mind as she heard whispers close by. Dua opened her eyes slowly, not able to move from the ground she was lying on. Her body was numb, every inch of her body was in pain as she forced herself to sit up. Dua looked around the dark cell she was in. She couldn't see anything, her heightened sense felt so mundane.

Aunt Della continues, a sad expression on her face, like the thought devastates her. I am shivering, unsure if from nerves or anger. I do not want to leave, and I most certainly do not want to go to a pack that did not want me back when I needed them the most! -------------------- Dear Diary… Seriously, WTF?! I don’t even know where to start. How can I be nearly 17 and just finding out that 1. My Dad was a fucking werewolf?! And 2. That I am likely to be one too?! I mean come on now, they are things in films, right?

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.