Dork Diaries Summaries Novels & Stories

Chapter 8: Eternal Secret Toy Harper’s POV By the end of summer, I barely recognized myself anymore. The shy, bookish nineteen-year-old who arrived with sketchbooks and nervous smiles had vanished. In her place stood Marcus Hale’s perfectly trained, secretly owned breeding toy. Every single day he reinforced it. This morning was no different. He had me bent over his desk in the home office, skirt flipped up, legs spread wide while the delicate silver chain collar he fastened around my neck last night rested against my throat.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

UNKNOWN DIARYYY, Just her mere presence in my vicinity, and I can already feel myself becoming strongerrr. I saw her naked body today, Diary… she was taking a shower, wanted to get rid of all the dirt she had on her from packing or so she said. I could see her through the walls, Diary —lots of demons like me do this to unsuspecting girls all over the world who manage to catch our attention, you know? — And you have no idea how I wished she could sense my presence, but I’m not that strong yet!

I'll leave that for a future post if anyone wants to hear. I lived in the country, and was an only child, so no friends near or siblings to experiment with. So one hot summer day I walked the quarter mile down between the fields to the small creek. I wasn't supposed to go down there but mom never paid attention. So I went skinny dipping in the secluded creek. This particular day a rather large, but friendly dog was running around, a Lab mix of some sort. I went to high ground to see if someone was around, but nobody. I had already been jacking off in the creek when the dog came over, tail wagging. I noticed he had a dick like me. So naturally I started touching it and it grew. I started to s

Damien’s POV – Midnight The alley was slick with rain, the kind of place where secrets thrived. Damien pulled his hood up, hands in his pockets, his cigarette glowing faintly as he waited. A man appeared from the shadows, face hidden under a cap. He handed Damien a flash drive in exchange for a roll of cash. “Everything you asked for,” the man muttered. “School records, financial aid files, even her family history. She won’t see this coming.” Damien rolled the drive between his fingers, a devil’s grin spreading across his face. “She doesn’t need to see it coming. She just needs to fall when I say so.”

Dolly and Joe have been friends with each other since childhood. Dolly grew up in a small trailer park at the other end of town. Joe was her neighbor. In the summer of 1970, Dolly experienced her first sense of romance. They were swimming in the Spring Creek. They laughed and had a wonderful time. He kissed her suddenly and unexpectedly passionately. She was a sheltered teenage girl who had never been kissed before. The passion that filled her body was overcoming. She was lost in the passion of the kiss and taken to another world. She didn’t know what to say or do. She just stood there and enjoyed the moment. A warm feeling came over her body. She felt happiness. She felt as if someone was t

◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆ I spent the entire weekend hiding in my apartment, ignoring texts from classmates who suddenly found me fascinating for all the wrong reasons. The humiliation replayed on loop as my own words, my deepest, most depraved fantasies, were read aloud in front of everyone while Darian Rho watched with those unreadable dark eyes that seemed to strip me bare without ever touching me. Monday morning, I discovered my diary was missing. Tuesday afternoon, the first text arrived from an unknown number: “Page 23. The elevator fantasy. Creative use of the emergency stop button.”

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!"

Using an amnesia spell without permission can lead to serious consequences if you're caught. In a few minutes Kali parks at a spot in the school's parking lot and we get out of his car and hold hands, heading to our first class. Chemistry. I love chemistry.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b