Dork Diaries Summaries Novels & Stories

Dear Dairy Fourteen years ago, Dorian Vanderbilt locked me in his closet and left with his new, rich parents. He left me there. At the orphanage… and never came back. Today I will finally find him. My plan is simple. Find him. Make him fall hopelessly in love with me. Then destroy him… Easy peasy, right? “Student permit, please.” The guard lifts his hand without looking up from his booth. Troy slaps the diary shut and scrambles to dig out her papers.

"You deserve this. If you want me to come and get you, record a video apologizing to Madison and post it online. Otherwise, forget it." Then he hung up. I sat on that hotel couch for a long time, staring out the window as the snow kept falling. I'd met Clement back in college. He was a year younger than I was. Normally, I wasn't into younger guys. But back then, Clement was like sunshine—warm and bright. When I was struggling, stuck in a dark place, he was the light that helped me breathe again. During my internship, a creepy coworker kept harassing me. Clement would walk me home every single night.

Under a thread where people were asked to post about what had happened to the people they hated, Lorraine posted a video of her response. "I thought that there was justice in the world and that the evil would suffer consequences, but she gets to live happily and even become an online influencer." Lorraine went into great detail about her ordeal back in high school. She was a pretty girl. Due to her family's difficult financial situation, she chose to stay in the school dorm after she transferred to that high school. Natasha befriended Lorraine under the guise of being the head of the school dorm. However, during class, she would often disturb Lorraine, preventing Lorraine from listening to w

Her thoughts drifted, circling that dangerous edge, where fear blurred into curiosity, and curiosity into something deeper, something harder to name. Because somewhere, buried beneath all her resistance, was a question she didn’t want to ask out loud: What would it feel like… to let go that completely? Chloe shut her eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly, as if trying to steady herself. Then, after a long pause, she lifted the diary again. Her thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” she whispered. And she opened the diary. ______ Episode 47 – Locked in the Office

"What was the book." "Something about a boy who finds a dragon. He's been reading it for two weeks. He reads very slowly because he refuses to use a bookmark so every time he picks it up he starts from the beginning of the chapter to make sure he hasn't missed anything." Darius looked at the drawer where the letters were. "That sounds like someone who doesn't trust things to stay where he left them," he said. "Yes," she said. "It does."

My mind kept circling back to Darius. We used to laugh at the dumbest things, like really laugh. The kind that makes your ribs hurt. The first time I ever saw him cry was during The Notebook—he tried to hide it, but I caught him. The last time he cried was on his seventeenth birthday, the day he shifted for the first time. He told me it was no big deal. That the pain wasn’t all that bad. But when I went through my first shift, I realized… he didn’t cry because of the pain.

But the Queen easily lead me to the right place and used the key to take an old book with dust on it. " This is Dorothy's Diary. I don't think we can see her memory. It's not safe to stay here longer than half-an-hour," Victoria said opening and flipping the pages. " Here it is," Dorothy's Diary I feel in the sea. I know it's my carelessness and my stupidity to prove that Iam braver than my sister. I tried to underestimate her and then I was the one who suffered. I expected my dad to save me but he chooses Tori first. Then who am I? They should have done something to save both of them. Instead, they let me die. I died. When I opened my eyes, I expected to see my dad or mom but all I saw is p

Zoe’s pov I swim deeper into the underwater ruin. The water feels cold around me. Old stone walls cover in green algae. My flashlight beam cuts through the dark. I see a big crack in the floor. I try to swim over it. But my foot slips. I fall through the crack. Water rushes past me as I drop. I hit a deeper chamber. Bubbles rise from my mouth. I kick to swim up. Something grabs my ankle. It's slimy and cold. I look down. A thick tentacle wraps around my leg. It's green and covered in slick mucus.

Adam closed the diary slowly, his fingers lingering on the edge like he was holding onto the last line a second longer than he needed to. He stared at the cover, quiet for a beat. “…Alright, Theo,” he muttered. He leaned back, exhaling, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he processed it. This one didn’t hit as hard as the others. No power plays, no domination games, no calculated manipulation. Just a guy who lied… and then got in too deep to control it.

Chapter 3 Olivia’s POV “Dickson what the actual fuck is happening right now,” I gasped out, my voice cracking even as my body stayed locked in position on all fours with his cock still halfway buried inside my dripping pussy. My heart slammed so hard against my ribs I thought it might crack them, panic flooding my veins while my walls clenched around him on their own, like my body refused to let go of the stretch. This was my dad’s best friend, the man who had fixed my bike when I was younger and joked around at every family barbecue, now balls deep in me under these hot studio lights with cameras rolling.