Dork Diaries Pictures Novels & Stories

She could remember posing in them before for one of her boyfriends – and the pictures of that little photoshoot she still kept in her scrapbook. Her still-warm panties found a place in the box and were buried again as she sat and dug deeper. She touched the soft leathery corner of her personal scrapbook. "Gotcha!" she pulled out the small tome and set it onto her lap. The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kiana had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet.

Danika had already angled her phone and was snapping photos discreetly from our table. "She needs to be fired," Danika muttered while taking several shots from different angles. "Babe, show Dorian these pictures. The universe is literally on our side right now, and whatever they're plotting against both of you, they're going to be shocked because they can't even imagine what's coming."

"Look at this, Dana. Just look." She stops on a specific page near the back, smoothing her hand over a cluster of glossy photographs, and slides the album into my lap. It shows a series of wild party photos. Jodie is inappropriately dressed in several of the shots, surrounded by a crowd of rowdy guys. It’s a rave party, and going by what I know about the reputation of those campus events, there would have been drugs circulating, followed by illicit sex afterward.

I sat up slowly, brushing my messy hair away from my face while the children started crawling all over the bed again. “I don’t want to go,” Ada muttered, hugging my waist tightly. “Me too,” Kira added immediately. “You two say that every five minutes,” I laughed softly. “No,” Ada argued seriously. “I want to stay with you forever.” My chest tightened, but before I could respond, Kira suddenly pointed toward the side table. “Who is that?”I turned. It was Dario’s picture. The frame sat beside the lamp, the same place it had always been. He looked annoyingly handsome in it too—long blond hair pushed back, dark eyes cold even through a photograph.

“Assistant class captain. Before graduation.” She looked around. Then unlocked her phone and slid it across the table. “Take a look.” I picked it up. Sketches. Dozens. All of Diana’s face. Captured in pain. Some serene. Others tormented, twisted or burning in fire. A chill crept down my spine like frostbite. “Where did you get these?” “Odell’s office.” I squinted. Then I saw it. In the bottom corner of every page… small, faint, but unmistakable.

It was not until late afternoon that I received an unmarked envelope containing pictures of me and Dion, naked, in bed, in all kinds of positions that would ruin me. "Oh...God...no...no...no..."

"No. This can't be happening." But what has happened, it was clear that it is impossible to repeat it from the beginning. In addition, Marlon also sent lots of her nude photos to her cell phone, making Diora even more scared. Marlon took a photo of her while asleep after exhausting sex. A message came in, and Diora almost fainted when she read it. Whatever it contained wasn't good because now she started to wail. "Oh, my God. What have I done? Now, what should I do?"

I opened it and peeked inside to see some kind of… photos? Flipping the envelope down, the pictures fell to the table, and what I saw shocked me to the core. In each picture, there was Diana with men and a she-wolf. I inspected each picture and vaguely remembered some of the she-wolves in the photographs, while others I didn’t recognize at all. I looked at my mother and asked, “Mother, what are these?” “You should remember them?” Mother asked. I nodded. “Only some, though.” “So you should know what they have in common,” my mother replied calmly.

Good with the computer, a skilled driver and now this. Dale touched her, bed amazed at its comforting and bouncing texture which she felt when she sat on this. Then from her position her eyes hit a journal on the drawer which had the night lamp and some neatly piled up lotions. She opened it and at once understood what it was. The secret friend. Dale could recall she had one back then at the cottage, she knew it was associated with sorrow. She flipped towards the end hoping to find out if she would find the cause of her latest change in behavior. Dale stopped at the nude images of a male figure she saw, obviously cut out from pornographic magazines. Note writing amidst the series of paste

“I heard that diary of yours isn't all rainbows and butterflies. I heard it's got some pretty... interesting content.” My face flushed crimson. How could they possibly know about that? I'd never shown my diary to anyone. It was my private space, the only place where I could be honest about my thoughts, my fears, my… “Never thought a girl like you could have such dirty thoughts,” Derek said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that made my skin prickle. “All those dark fantasies you write about. The things you want to do. The things you want done to you.”