Novel & Cerita Dork Diaries Synopsis

He is cold, arrogant, and impossible to read. She paused, her mind drifting to the memory of "D." She traced the letters on the page. In her mind, the "Chairman" and her "D" were two different people. "D" was a hero, a boy who had stood in the dark with her. Damien Black was a cold, powerful man who lived in a skyscraper. To her, they were opposites. She flipped back to the very first pages of the diary. She touched the shaky handwriting of her ten-year-old self. She read about the red heels, the spider, and the boy who gave her the candy.

DARYL A lot of things could go to hell in a few weeks. I was living proof. Everything had gone sideways the moment Soraya Karter walked through Fenrir's gates. "You look like you want to murder someone," Dolly observed as we settled down in class for our first lecture of the day. I did want to murder someone actually. I didn't answer Dolly but my gaze drifted towards the empty seats in front of me—Soraya and Adele were not in class yet.

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.

He just acted like they didn't exist. A week later, they moved to another city. This time they encountered another high-level zombie after a tense fight, Dior defeated the zombie and consumed its nucleus, and like what happened the last time, Dior entered another comatose state. But this time, it took longer for him to wake up. Unlike the first time, Farrah calmly dealed with it. She waited for a very long time. It was midnight of the fourth day that Dior woke up. Farrah was in deep sleep, exhaustion evident in her face. When Dior saw this, rare gentleness appeared on his eyes as his finger gently grazed upon her cheeks.

“Hi, I don’t think I’ve seen you around. Are you new here?” “Yeah, I’m new here. I’m juniper” I replied back with a small smile. “That figures, I’m Sophia. Archie’s older sister” she smirked mischievously turning to meet her brother’s scowl. “With only four seconds” he groaned out loud causing everyone at the table to laugh at his expressions. “Those four seconds are really killing you aren’t they?” Ivan teased “Whatever” he replied rolling his eyes. “Welcome to Daleton prep juniper, it’s nice to meet you”. She welcomed giving me a smile.

I smile. I saw a darkness cross her face, like a doubt, a thought of uncertainty. Telling me she is yet to think of here as her home. I am not sure if she ever would. ----------------- Dear Diary… Well, lessons are starting. Yawn! Though a slightly different subject matter than I ever thought I would be learning. Most definitely not a conventional topic of learning. Not something you hear a class teacher say is it - “And today class we will be learning about Werewolves and their Pack Hierarchy”. Imagine the uproar from parents! Though in hindsight, that could probably have been a bit more interesting than some of the lessons I endured in high school. And I certainly would not have minded the

Adam closed the diary a little faster this time. First off, let’s cut the bullshit. I am sure if Oliver wanted his story out, it is for one reason: he needs someone to see him. To acknowledge what he did and what it did to him. He needs to know he is not a ghost. So here I am. I see you. This story is the ultimate fantasy and the ultimate nightmare, welded together with white-hot lust. Every dude with a pulse and a father who remarried someone younger has had the flicker of that thought. He didn’t just have the thought. He lived it.

It's not a school for me because it looks like a theater. We can really see them clearly because I just realized, yet again that we were sitting in the second row of the seats. Was my mind really flying that much. If it was, I guess it's because I didn't have enough sleep. I'm very sleepy right now, but I won't sleep. I won't, I need to watch Alex dance. He'd be sad if I don't. I remember that time when he was mad at me for not waking him up. He didn't talk to me for three hours, that was very long for me.

Dylan and Bellus were childhood friends they study at an all boy school in Wales for their Primary Education. Until Dylan's family transfer to the city because his dad got promoted. And Bellus parents got divorced, and they lost contact to each other. When Bellus parents was divorced and he was still 13 year old and force back to live with his Lala (Abuela) and Lolo (Abuelo) because her mother needed to work for both of them. Bellus meet his new friends Pawell and Keith at his new school and these two help him to cope up with his loneliness. Bellus changed and become the Casanova at age of 15 and living his life, wild and free. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sophia POV Rory went through his change and didn't come back to school, daddy says he needs time. Dante, Elise, and Alex who went through the change also didn't come back. Leaving me, Dimitri, victor, and Maria alone in school. It's not like I don't like them but they are all doms, I miss my friend Rory and Uncle Vincent and his bad jokes. I love my daddy don't get me wrong but sometimes he's too busy and he doesn't stay in little classes with me.