Novel & Cerita Dork Diaries Tales From A Not-so-fabulous Life

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.

he pulls off his shirt and his shorts, before laying himself next to me again. --------------- Dear Diary… Waking up to be told you are not in fact dying and that you are in heat was not what I thought I would be discovering today! Being a werewolf is messed up! Why do they have to make things so complicated?! This heat idea is fucked up. There is no other words for it. It is beyond uncomfortable. Painful. I just want to get it done with now.

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.

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

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♡

No wonder she disappeared overseas without a word back then. That night, I got a video from an anonymous sender in my inbox. The faces in the footage were blurred to hide their identities, but as I watched, my whole body shook. Toward the end of the clip, I saw a foot shove me down hard onto the floor. My right hand was forced up, and my pinky was slowly bent backward. "Tell me, do you finally realize you're wrong? A leopard doesn't change its spots. Look at yourself, Sabrina. How could you ever compare to Joanna?"

The food was just as scrumptious as I remembered. Doris told me about her week, her small successes and little failures. We talked about everything and nothing. She told me about a cleverly written series she had been watching on N*****x called "Fubar", and it made me want to sit down on the couch and watch streaming TV with her. I could imagine what it would be like to have my arm around her shoulder and have her snuggled up next to me. If I worked only a few hours at AmeriCapital. Maybe I would buy a hockey league team.