Dork Diaries Tales From A Not-so-fabulous Life Novels & Stories

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

Fuck, I’m gonna fail the whole damn year! I’m Molly, nineteen, stuck in my second year of college, and my life was falling apart faster than my cheap thong slides down my thighs. My midterm grades came in that Tuesday afternoon, and when I opened the email on my phone my stomach dropped straight to my pussy. Fs and Ds staring back at me like they were laughing. No way around it. My scholarship would vanish, my parents would lose their shit, and I’d be back home working double shifts at the diner instead of pretending I had a future. Tears hit before I even made it to my dorm. Hot, messy, snotty crying that made my mascara run black down my cheeks.

HOURS BEFORE THE WEDDING Dawn is a certified hacker and I do not mean she knows how to guess your boyfriend’s password or unlock a locked iPhone with some sneaky trick on TikTok. I mean, she is the real deal. She excelled in computer science, graduating at the top of her class. She then worked for two years at a confidential cybersecurity firm. During a girls’ trip, she hacked into a private financial server on a dare. Quietly. Drunk. From a hotel iPad. Rumor has it she could get into the FBI files if she wanted to. She never confirms it. But the look in her eyes when people bring it up says everything.

Tears started falling out of her eyes and she tore the package to get what was inside. Two diaries fell down from it and Sia's hysteric hands grabbed the first one. She remembered it. It was Lara's diary. Sniffling, Sia placed her hand on her mouth to stiffle her cries. Her heart was tearing apart. It was enough now. She was tired of losing people. She was so tired of it that she wanted to die herself.

The angle made us look far more intimate than we actually were. Another picture followed, then another. Different angles, different moments. Every single one looked terrible.My heartbeat turned uneven as I scrolled down. BLACKTHORN CONFESSIONS: Guess the scholarship students have creative ways of surviving. CAMPUS TEA: Knew she was suspicious. ANONYMOUS USER: So this is how she got Professor Vale’s attention? ANOTHER USER: Adrian Laurent finally dating someone? Didn’t expect it to be her. I stopped reading immediately. My hands were shaking.

Looking at the boy, no one could say that he belonged to the poorest of the poor community in town. Mr. Ben sat in his corner as Shiva worked. Once in a while, he would pick up a book, hold it to his nose and take a deep breath – inhaling the musky odor, redolent of dust and dreams. He would cough a little as the dust entered his old lungs, and he would put the book back on the floor.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

She would be the one writing the final act. ___ sorry for not uploading yesterday. I will try to make it up to you all. Thanks for reading Dark Journal.

"What? How did you injure yourself? Is Fabian bullying you?" "Mom, Fabian doesn't want me anymore. He's getting a divorce, and my legs..." Dorothy cried as she spoke, sounding aggrieved. However, her hand typed out a message. Dorothy: [Get someone to kill that b*tch, Phoebe!]

Tears I'd been holding back broke free, streaming down my face. “Oh baby, don’t cry. We’re just getting started,” Dora said with faux sympathy. She's one of the notorious bad girls in her crew. Stephanie walked closer, smirked and slapped my books out of my arms. Pages flew like dead leaves across the school compound. As I knelt to gather them, a page from my fantasy novel fluttered loose, a dog-eared copy of The Moonborn Prophecy, my favorite. A silver wolf glowed on the cover.