Dork Diaries Novels & Stories

Dawn Smith was the little sister she never had. “Great!” Dawn said, happily “ooh, Harry Potter!” she added as she flopped down onto the bed, her black and purple striped hair fanning out over the bedspread. She snatched the book from Lena’s hands “I prefer Goblet of Fire” she glanced up at the older woman “it had dragons”. “So does Philosopher’s Stone”, Lena pointed out. Dawn blew a raspberry at that. “Hardly. It has an itty bitty baby dragon named Norbert but that’s it”, she said “nothing like the badass Hungarian Horntail” Dawn rolled over onto her stomach “hey, you do think dragons are real? That would be so cool”.

Red hair, big boobs, double piercings — Penelope. "David Argent, oh my God, David it's you" her eyes seemed to brighten when she saw him and before either of them could blink, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. David let go of Dawn's hand to hug her back and Dawn stood, watching in disdain as their hug stretched for a good 20 seconds. "What are you doing in New York?" He asked politely, untangling himself from her when she wouldn't let go.

I'll die. "You think so low of me, yet you don't even know me."I began. "Don't report to the principal. I only fell. That doesn't look like a kiss. You are thinking too much. I don't even know who the fuck he is." "Oh really."He chuckled, gulping down a bottle of juice. He belched and continued. "I'll tell you who he is then. Damien is the best in this school. IQ would be probably ninety eight percent. Actually one hundred, but now I can't say, a girl has taken two percent of it. I wasn't in school yesterday, but I came to see the principal to settle some stuffs. I was lucky to see you both. He's cute, isn't he? Every girl wants to be with him but he loathes them all. I'm surprised." He paus

Why can't I remember anything? I put my index fingers on both sides of my head and slightly massage the corners of my head. What a horrible dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and grab my phone before heading downstairs. I start texting Kali. Me : I had a terrible dream last night. There was a girl who looked exactly like me except her eyes were completely black. Kali : You have an evil alter ego? Me : Very funny. Kali : I'll pick you up at 1p.m and you can tell me all about it.

And Diory. Oh, Diory. Diory was sent into this world as a punishment for me, I'm sure. She's only fourteen but she's already a ball of energy. Bad energy, if I'm honest. Sometimes I'm afraid to even cross glances with her because I seriously think a demon reincarnated in my beautiful, precious daughter and sometimes it takes over her body.

She took one out and shook it, the little drops that shrunk out, wet her skin. "Mr Will is just a brute" She replied as she dry out the clothes on the thin line in the backyard. "I've told you to watch that mouth of yours, it will get you into trouble" "Why are you yelling? Who do you think I learned it from, if not you? " "What?! Have you ever seen me going around cursing people?" "I think that's what you taught me" Diana knew better than to argue with her daughter so she kept her mouth shut and left the backyard, leaving her to the chores.

At least I could make a killer sandwich. After dinner I went downstairs to the library to use the computer. Ken was upstairs on a long call while Annalise was watching a movie. I switched on the computer and It took a while before it finally showed the desktop. I opened F******k and searched Hector Lopez. Thanks to Derrick, I learnt how to use the popular apps everybody in school talks about. There were multiple profiles but one that perfectly described something Hector would do, stood out the most. It was dark and had an angry werewolf on it. I clicked on that profile and there was not much to look at. Just that the last time he posted was last month. He posted a picture of an old man smili

Chloe closed her eyes for a second after finishing the last line, her fingers still resting lightly on the diary. Okay. I need to lie down on the floor for a minute. And also maybe take a very, very cold shower. Clara. Girl. First of all, I hope you’re okay and that this is some next-level erotic fiction, because if it’s real… wow. Just wow.

He is cold, arrogant, and impossible to read. She paused, her mind drifting to the memory of "D." She traced the letters on the page. In her mind, the "Chairman" and her "D" were two different people. "D" was a hero, a boy who had stood in the dark with her. Damien Black was a cold, powerful man who lived in a skyscraper. To her, they were opposites. She flipped back to the very first pages of the diary. She touched the shaky handwriting of her ten-year-old self. She read about the red heels, the spider, and the boy who gave her the candy.

The late summer air hung thick and warm, buzzing with cicadas and the promise of something more. For Dylan, the promise materialized as a crumpled piece of notebook paper, passed hand-to-hand through the sixth-period study hall until it landed on his desk. He smoothed it out, his eyes scanning the handwritten scrawl. COLLEGE HOUSE. 9 PM. 1007 OAK LANE. BRING YOURSELF, BRING A BOTTLE, LEAVE YOUR INHIBITIONS. TRUTH OR DARE. - C