Novel & Cerita Dork Diaries Summaries

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?

The Present "What do you think will happen if I start telling everyone your deepest, darkest secrets?" I crumple the paper in my hands as a familiar black shroud covered me. A clear threat. The third one I've gotten this week and this only has one explanation. My diary from 2013. It's been two years and I still haven't found it. Whoever has my diary really has it in for me. I need to figure out who this person is and stop them before they can start doing so. Ugh. Just thinking about it makes my head ache. And it's the start of Senior Year, too, when it's the busiest time for us in the Student Council.

he demands, leaning closer as his body pressing against mine. I can feel his hard cock straining against his pants rubbing against my ass. “Please, Daddy, wreck my pussy,” I gasp tears streaming from the choking and the overwhelming sensations. “Finger-Fuck me harder, make me cum like the bad student I am. I need it so much— your hands owning me, choking me until I can’t breathe.” He laughs low and dark adding a third finger stretching me wide as he scissors them inside. “That’s right you filthy little cumslut. Your cunt’s gripping me like it never wants to let go. Gonna make you squirt all over my desk, then maybe I will bend you over and ram my cock in next.”

Where all the smart people dey. Or people wey dub pass fire; which also meant they literally cheated their way in. After counting all the notes, they added up to 30, plus Derek's. She really didn't know why she bit her lip when her fingers brushed against his rather unkempt book, lacking a back cover. He hadn't yet come back for this term and it had already been close to midterm already. They; Derek and Janet had only had a full blown conversation two or three times before he disappeared. That was it, since junior school! Which was her fault, since she knew that he wouldn't approach her first but silently hoped he would?

Dear Diary, I think I've finally processed everything that happened fully and yet I still have no idea what to do. Anna won't tell me what's wrong, Rory had been extremely hot and cold, and honestly I don't even see a point in bringing the girl from the party into this. How on earth has my life turned into this mess of time in less than a week of college? Today was our final day of orientation and god was I excited for it to be over. The sexual tension between me and Rory was enough to make me wanna fuckin scream. Clearly you have no idea what I'm talking about, but you will soon enough.

Annie has shut her out and they wanted her to have a taste of her own medicine. Plus Annie had a way of noticing things. And Malison couldn’t risk being seen right now. She sat cross-legged on the empty classroom floor, laptop balanced on her knees, the cursor blinking on a fresh document she had titled: "Fragments of Something I'm Not." It was supposed to be fiction. A story. Something vague and poetic about a girl who kissed another girl and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Malison told herself it was just a creative outlet. A thought experiment.

Now, being in the fourth year of staying in these school this is my first time in the detention room. My eyes were still closed, while I sigh and curse my life. I am bored in here. Half of the day goes by and then the teacher excuses me from my class for a whole week to repent of what I have been doing in my life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~PAWELL POV~

The trio had never for once made me forget my place as the loser in school. A memory of their recent torture took control of my mind and began to replay in my head. It had been a slow day and I had been reading. It happened so suddenly. One minute the book was right there in my hand and the next, it was snatched by someone. This aroused anger inside me that I screamed out. "Hey!" The trio, Duke, Darius and Dean stood proudly before me. Darius was the more outspoken one of them, tall with brown hair and brown eyes like his dad's. He found the book I'd been reading too funny because he was grinning as he flipped through the pages.

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.

Immediately after flipping me over and placing me in the d0ggy position, he rammed his dvvk inside of me. I screamed, "Fvvvvvvk," as I tried to steady myself. Grabbing my hair, he pressed deeper and deeper into me. I screamed and shook quickly, splattering my liquids all over his dvvk. My a$$ was up when I collapsed on the bed after cumming. After coming three times in an hour, I was exhausted.Right there, I wanted to go to sleep. Derek said, "Hey hey, don't go to sleep just yet because the main show is about to start."