Dork Diaries Novelas e Histórias

Chapter 8: Eternal Secret Toy Harper’s POV By the end of summer, I barely recognized myself anymore. The shy, bookish nineteen-year-old who arrived with sketchbooks and nervous smiles had vanished. In her place stood Marcus Hale’s perfectly trained, secretly owned breeding toy. Every single day he reinforced it. This morning was no different. He had me bent over his desk in the home office, skirt flipped up, legs spread wide while the delicate silver chain collar he fastened around my neck last night rested against my throat.

Chapter 3 Olivia’s POV “Dickson what the actual fuck is happening right now,” I gasped out, my voice cracking even as my body stayed locked in position on all fours with his cock still halfway buried inside my dripping pussy. My heart slammed so hard against my ribs I thought it might crack them, panic flooding my veins while my walls clenched around him on their own, like my body refused to let go of the stretch. This was my dad’s best friend, the man who had fixed my bike when I was younger and joked around at every family barbecue, now balls deep in me under these hot studio lights with cameras rolling.

I will never be a bad student when it comes to study, you can say I am a nerd who likes to study a lot. "Hey, Hodge. Yesterday I received this paper and it says that I'm failing all my classes and I-I just d-don't understand..!" I shake my head violently fighting the tears and Hodge eyes me with surprise and motions for me to give him the paper. When he reads it..he tears it apart then squat so he's almost face to face with me and I'm surprised because Hodge is never gentle and he never treats us like kids.

But the Queen easily lead me to the right place and used the key to take an old book with dust on it. " This is Dorothy's Diary. I don't think we can see her memory. It's not safe to stay here longer than half-an-hour," Victoria said opening and flipping the pages. " Here it is," Dorothy's Diary I feel in the sea. I know it's my carelessness and my stupidity to prove that Iam braver than my sister. I tried to underestimate her and then I was the one who suffered. I expected my dad to save me but he chooses Tori first. Then who am I? They should have done something to save both of them. Instead, they let me die. I died. When I opened my eyes, I expected to see my dad or mom but all I saw is p

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UNKNOWN DIARYYY, Just her mere presence in my vicinity, and I can already feel myself becoming strongerrr. I saw her naked body today, Diary… she was taking a shower, wanted to get rid of all the dirt she had on her from packing or so she said. I could see her through the walls, Diary —lots of demons like me do this to unsuspecting girls all over the world who manage to catch our attention, you know? — And you have no idea how I wished she could sense my presence, but I’m not that strong yet!

When she saw he was still on the school website, she put her book down. "Why are you stressing about your classes so much? You're almost as smart as me." Becca taunted. Demitri sucked his teeth then smiled slightly. "I'm not stressing I'm just taking a quick look at the material before learning it." Demitri defended. Becca held the power button on his laptop until it turned off. Demitri glared at her.

Description Diana is a seventeen year old introverted high schooler in Fort Fairfield, Aroostook county. She live with her mother, Juliet and her little brother, Cole. The story begins with a set of unusual activities after Diana’s birthday leading to the discovery of her magical powers. She is the last white flasher and the only person who can fight against the evil that is eating up the very fabric of the world of magic.

R: Please tell me why I'm such a dork. C: I don't know you super well yet, but I can categorically say someone who looks like you isn't a dork, sweetheart. Little does he know, but he will totally learn. It's weird, the feeling that we've known each other for years, and I'm perfectly okay sharing things with him. R: So today in front of my class, I was using the projector to demonstrate something I was doing, and I was typing. I was supposed to type dart, and I typed fart.

They lived in this huge bubble, not knowing – or caring – about people like us. My own life felt like two separate books. One was Maeve Briggs, high school senior, trying to keep up her grades and pretend everything was normal. The other was "Eve," the girl with the dark wig and fake ID, dancing on a small stage downtown. That was the book I kept hidden, guarded with my life. It was a secret I'd die before anyone found out. Especially Mom. And Jasper. And Nova, my best friend, who thought my nights were spent studying or binge watching shows.