Novel & Cerita Dork Diaries Page

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.

She had nowhere to rush to, and her body felt lazy, restless. “God, I’m bored,” she whispered under her breath. Her thighs shifted under the desk, the short skirt of her uniform riding up. She tugged it down but only ended up pressing her own legs tighter together. Her phone buzzed on the desk. She grabbed it, scrolling mindlessly. T*****r. I*******m. Nothing. Then a strange link popped up on some forum. “The Cursed Academy — A Story That Warps Reality.” Her lips curved into a little grin. “Cheesy title.” Still, she clicked.

Daria I slid into the backseat of my car, the city lights blurring past as my driver pulled away from the office. My body was still buzzing from the aftermath of Nate’s touch, his hands, his mouth, the way he’d filled me. The 'Daria Page' had just fucked her new assistant barely forty-eight hours in. “Home, Ms. Page?” my driver asked, glancing in the rearview mirror. “Y-yes,” I blurted, blinking rapidly as I stared out the window.

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?

I can't see his face and I don't have a plan on looking at it. "Dawson speaking. How may I help you?" I say calmly but I received no response but a chuckle. His deep voice seemed to ragged. It makes my eyes widen when slipped something beneath the door as it hit my foot. I looked back at the monitor but he's not there anymore. I almost cringed at the thought of ghosts, silly. I picked up the paper as I looked at the fronts "take a peek". Strange. Do I really need to look at it? Well, maybe later. I'm still hungry though. I slipped it in my pocket then make my way back to the dining room.

I wanted more of that kind of sex. My dick twitched again but I ignored it, continuing my deadscrolling until something caught my eyes. It was Dorian's Innagram page and a string of new posts I hadn’t seen before had popped up. checking them one by one, I frowned at how familiar they all look and sat up fast, shoving my phone in his face. “What are these?” I demanded, grinning as I watched his brows pull into a frown when I wiggled my phone in his face.

She claimed I spent all my time obsessing over a guy while she focused all her effort on her studies. Eventually, the gossip got back to me. According to her, I was a rebellious, love-addled fool who stayed out all night and acted domineering toward others. Outraged, I left William and went back to my dorm room. I flung the door open, the loud bang drawing the attention of the surrounding classmates who carefully stole peeks in my direction. Natasha was the only one in the dorm room. I walked up to her and held my phone up to her. On the screen was a forum post she had made to rant about my various lifestyle habits and dating life. Although it had been made anonymously, I instantly knew she

What is written inside it? She did not sleep. She sat at her small desk with her laptop open and the cursor blinking in an empty search bar and thought about where you even begin when what you are looking for has no name and no shape and the only person who knows anything about it is a girl who tried to kill you four hours ago. She typed: dark journal occult. Deleted it. Typed: ancient journals with hidden locations. Deleted that too. She pushed back from the desk and pressed her palms flat on her knees and stared at the ceiling.

"Let's go Diana, the others are waiting." "Yes, let's go home." ********************************** Hello everyone, Dora here. Am really honored that you read my book, we've come a long way and now its finally time to end things. However, the road doesn't end here for me, I still have more if you want. It'd be nice if you check out my newly signed book "The Ghosts of Greenville." Don't let the name fool you though, its a really sweet and forbidden and warm story. Or you can check out 'Made of Glass' and drown in an ongoing comic love story for free. I really hope you enjoyed this book, do let me know what you think. With warm regards, Dora.

“You can’t tell me you’re a virgin. I mean, sure, you’re a complete dork, but still… Pretty-boy football star like you? I’m not buying it.” The dork term caught me off guard. I’d never once thought of Wick Webster as dorkish. But if he was a dork, then he was a sweet, loyal, trustworthy dork trapped in a hot guy’s body, that was for damn sure. “I didn’t say I was a virgin,” he mumbled defensively to his sister. “I’m just saying it’s been long enough that I would know by now if I had anything. Alright?” Folding her arms over her chest, Darcy narrowed her eyes. “Oh really?” Obviously not impressed, she asked, “Has it been over a year?”