Dork Diaries Pictures Novels & Stories

“Take a picture of me, would you?” Darius sighed. He didn’t want to take pictures himself but he could at least snap his friend. He position his hand in the right angle and just as he was about to take a picture, Quinn yelled. “Screw my pictures up and I’ll kill you. No joke.” She was joking or so he took it as and began snapping her the picture. After a total number of nine shots, he had gotten tired and beckoned her over so they could both look at the pictures together.

ROXETTE I couldn’t stop staring at the photos. They were everywhere. Pinned to the wall in front of me, scattered across the small table to my left, even taped to the floor near my feet. Pictures of me at school. Pictures of me walking through the estate gardens. Pictures of me crying after Diana and her friends poured dirty water on me in the bathroom. Pictures of me and Chandler together — some taken through windows, some from far away like someone had been hiding in the bushes.

The class photos, framed and hung in an organized row. In one of them, I saw the girl. Black hair, green eyes, a toothless smile that lit up her entire face. She was in the middle of the class, next to other children, but my eyes were immediately drawn to her, as if a magnet were pulling me. She was wearing a pink dress with a star pattern, and her small hands held a drawing — a unicorn, with colorful scribbles. “She looks like him.” The thought hurt like a knife cut, deep and unexpected. The same grayish-green eyes. The same mouth shape. The same way of frowning. She was a miniature of Dorian, and each familiar trait was a silent aggression.

Digging inside, I pull out my discreet vibrator—the small, powerful one I keep for emergencies like long days or stressful nights. My hands shake as I lock myself in the farthest stall, the toilet lid down as I perch on it, skirt hiked up around my waist. I slide my panties aside, gasping at how slick I already am. My fingers brush my swollen folds parting them to expose my aching clit. The vibrator hums to life on its lowest setting, and I press it against my entrance first, teasing myself with shallow vibrations. But my mind betrays me, flooding with images of Brian.

His fingers found her underwear and he pressed a thumb on her clit through her underwear making her breath hitch. "Soaking wet already. Do you know what you smell like, Miracle?" The girl shook her head as she sucked on her lower lip. "Creamy cookies," the two males said together. "Do you know how to suck cock, love?" Dre asked again and she shook her head again. Dior laughed and Dre left the middle of her legs. Dior then carried her and placed her on the stool he was formerly sitting on before pushing Dre against the island and getting on his knees. "Watch," Dior winked at her before he pulled down Dre's sweats and boxers.