Dork Diaries Novelas e Histórias

What a useless bunch. When the screen lit up, I’m in a daze. The date, it says that it's just April 12, 2012, it should be 2053! Wait, maybe it isn’t updated. Yeah, who would have an updated phone – that hit me, there should be no one using smartphones these days, the monsters in the gate have this ability to disrupt the frequency and lead those gadgets to explode… who would dare to – what shocked me the most is, there’s still a signal! I frantically dropped down the gadget. Fuck, that demon! He might track me! Nathan has this hobby of acting like a human, deceiving my comrades, and fucking annihilate all of the camps. This shitty situation is so frustrating!

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

Her physique had changed ever since she started cultivating her witch powers so she didn't get any hangovers when she woke up but instead felt fully refreshed. Dayton and Jay did not sleep tight and were the first to wake up, with the last two arriving downstairs some minutes after her. "I had a weird dream last night." Dora revealed as she took sip after sip from her glass of water. "I dreamt that I was a dragon fly, then I turned into a big blue dragon, then I ate the sun and my scales turned red." "And—" April who was listening attentively asked. "I forgot." Dora shook her head. Downing the remaining water in her cup. "It just feels......weird."

She could still hear the running feet of the students. Dika snorted, her defiance as sharp as her tongue. She was the only one who dared to talk back to Nyxoria and live to tell the tale, the only one who had stood by her side on her first day at the Arcane. Dika was a tall, striking young woman, standing at 5'9. Her deep, rich dark complexion complemented her dark hair, which was meticulously plaited into neat cornrows that flowed freely at the end of her ponytail, adding to her commanding presence. She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

Immediately after flipping me over and placing me in the d0ggy position, he rammed his dvvk inside of me. I screamed, "Fvvvvvvk," as I tried to steady myself. Grabbing my hair, he pressed deeper and deeper into me. I screamed and shook quickly, splattering my liquids all over his dvvk. My a$$ was up when I collapsed on the bed after cumming. After coming three times in an hour, I was exhausted.Right there, I wanted to go to sleep. Derek said, "Hey hey, don't go to sleep just yet because the main show is about to start."

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

“I’ve often wondered about you, Dory. I mean, I’ve never seen you with anyone... Don't you ever go on dates?” It was none of her business, but Jess was the only friend she had. Doris exhaled deeply and a nervous laugh escaped her lips. “I... I can’t seem to get comfortable when I’m close to them... to men, at any time.” “Why is that?” “Uh, I don’t...” Doris felt petrified even to think of an explanation for her strange affliction. “Did something happen...” Jessica leaned closer with concern in her pretty blue eyes. “Were you abused when...?”

“What’s there to doubt?” He leaned back, studying me like he was peeling me apart layer by layer. “That little facade you wear. The good girl kind. A bookworm. The type who spends her nights in her room with a blanket, reading, knitting, home early from work, asleep before midnight. Is that really all there is to you?” I froze as I felt my throat tightening. A bookworm? Knitting? What was wrong with that? Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small.

I secretly pray it's a poem because riddles are so not me “Okay book, judge me if you want, but I like girls, I think I'm not sure. Okay screw that I know I like girls like actually like them. Men are extremely so dumb and did I mention they all stink. But anyway, it’s not like anyone will ever know. Hahaha(evil laugh, smiling face, heart)” I froze. Completely froze. The diary dangled from my hand as the words repeated in my mind like an earthquake. Charlotte. Perfect, intimidating, hates-my-guts Charlotte likes girls.