Dork Diaries Pictures Novels & Stories

As soon as Dailey switched on her computer, she knew something was wrong. It was taking longer than usual to load up, and three little black dialogue boxes flashed across the screen. 'He's hacked me,' Dailey thought. 'Of course he has.' Luckily, she'd deleted the awful pictures and didn't have anything else too incriminating on there... unless... When she opened her emails, she found a new message from Drake. Inside was a screenshot. She didn't have to open it up to see it was the dreaded naked shots. Clicking through, she found something different to the images of her peach flesh.

Another message came, this time it was a picture. As soon as I saw the picture, the fork slipped through my fingers and fell on the plate, startling Aunt Mira. My jaw dropped, my heart sank, my pulse quickened. On my screen was a picture of Damon and me having sex in his car. The picture captured my head thrown back in reckless abandon, my mouth pouted, and my eyes shut. It only captured Damon from the side, but clear enough to see his face buried between my breasts. A third message followed. “This would make a really viral picture" Fuck! I'm doomed.

It's fun, really really fun. Minutes passed, and the music started, as the group of children began to dance. I focused my eyes on Alex, who's really doing a great job. He dances really well. Suddenly, I felt my stomach grumble. I suddenly felt like peeing. Gosh, why now tho… I still want to watch, but I think I'm going to pissed myself here if I don't go right now. When I couldn't resist anymore, I immediately stood up, as Luca looked at me with confused eyes. I hand him the camera before I click my tongue. "I need to pee, Luca. Can you record Alex? I really need to pee." I say before I scurry without looking back.

He even told me how much Stella hated him now, but putting that aside… Don’t try to worm your way out of our bet, alright? ‘…I already threw that nasty book away!’ ‘Not to worry, I made sure to digitize it. Still, knowing how shy you are, I made sure to pick a few entry-level pages for you. Aren’t I a great friend?’ Following that message, Dolly had sent several graphic images of sex positions! As if that wasn’t already enough, each picture was accompanied by detailed texts on how to best utilize each position! By this point, Zivon was too shocked to even respond. To think that he’d see such content on Xavia’s phone!

All I could focus on was the picture in my hand. The twins each looked over my shoulders and cursed when they saw what it was. A picture of the twins and I in our room at home, naked, and in the throes of passion I was riding Dragus while I had Darian’s cock in my mouth. The act wasn’t what shocked me, it was the fact that someone was able to get a picture of it, it looked like a decent picture so the camera had to have been an expensive one for the quality of it, they might have used a long lens to capture us but it also meant they knew where our room was and only those who had been in the house would know that.

As she sorted through the pictures, she’d ask questions and handle them as if they were precious gems. “I love this picture,” She extends a picture for me to see. The picture was of me when I was ten. I was wearing ripped jeans, a SpongeBob t-shirt and was holding my skateboard. What’s most interesting about the picture is that I’m covered in mud from falling off my board.

They were high-resolution inapprorpriate photos of Dora. All three photos appeared to be taken on the same day, featuring Dora in the same silk robe. In the first photo, her robe was wide open, exposing half her chest as she provocatively held it up, as if offering herself to someone. In the second, she sat on the bed in an M-shaped position with her chest covered but her robe open to her navel, showing her laced lingerie. In the third, she lay back on the bed without anything underneath. She was seen raising her legs while revealing her private areas.

Sitting by herself in her study, Aurora's laptop screen's illumination created lengthy shadows that stretched around the space. She hesitated over the "Send" button, her finger shaking on the touchpad, her heart hammering in her ears. There were a number of private photos in a folder called "Dorian – Exposed" that she had laboriously collected over several months. Every picture captured the forbidden moments between Dorian and his mistress, like a shard of glass, cruel and merciless. These were the times that had stoked her suffering and nourished her thirst for vengeance.

Alice I roll my eyes the second the door to my room is closed. The older Dior is sitting on my bed with a cheese tray in his lap. He is munching away while looking at some nature program with sharks in it—typical older Dior. "What if someone finds you in here?" I ask as I near my bed, slipping a knee over the mattress to climb up. The duvet is dark blue cashmere, summoned by none other than the prince of darkness himself.

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.