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

He worked the counter, delivered bread to local cafés, studied online for a literature degree he wasn’t sure he’d ever finish. He didn’t drink, didn’t party, didn’t date, not because he was holy, he just hadn’t met anyone who made the world feel bigger than the four walls he knew. Until the night he saw her. It was late. Aunt Mara had gone to bed early with a migraine. Noah was alone in the living room, laptop open, headphones on, scrolling through a late-night YouTube rabbit hole that had somehow landed on a channel called “VividVixen.” He wasn’t looking for p**n. He’d clicked a “reaction” video about “the most beautiful people in adult films,” mostly out of curiosity and boredom.

◆◆◆ 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.”

A water bottle, a pair of children's glasses, and the rest were all colorful novels! She casually skimmed through them and almost choked on her saliva. "CEO's Pursuit of Wife Hustle," "Thirty-Six Techniques for Chasing Wives," "Demon Campus Hunk's Guide to Flirting," "Campus Hunk's Love Lessons"... Diana: ... What on earth are these trashy things! She looked at the little kid in front of her with a pained expression on her face. The young boy stared at her with his big, inky eyes, fully focused.

And I was sure that if I told this particular group there was nothing stopping it from reaching the halls tomorrow. “I don't know, Darcy . . . it's more embarrassing than you think.” I tried to dodge the question. “So? What happens at this sleepover stays at this sleepover, right girls?” Anne asked. Everyone nodded. I took a deep breath — what have I got to lose? It's not like it bothered me that much anymore — and told everyone the story, how I used to live in New York, how Madam Winter and Nina oppressed me in class and how I flopped my big break.

Description Diana is a seventeen year old introverted high schooler in Fort Fairfield, Aroostook county. She live with her mother, Juliet and her little brother, Cole. The story begins with a set of unusual activities after Diana’s birthday leading to the discovery of her magical powers. She is the last white flasher and the only person who can fight against the evil that is eating up the very fabric of the world of magic.

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

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.

'Where the sun doesn't shine by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme. This was a story of a tall dark girl who struggles to live in the year 1990's. Hindi gaanong maganda ang takbo ng buhay nito. She was even into drugs and all. A teardropping story that she had and blah blah blah.. I just love the part of how she'd survived from everything. At dahil sa gusto kong tapusin agad ang librong to, hindi na muna ako pumasok sa eskwela and just hid here.

Jeff pov I sat alone on my worn leather couch in the dim glow of the living room lamp while the house was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Just the thought of Anna makes me want to ruin that innocent face while my hands are wrapped around my throbbing cock, already hard and leaking pre-cum. “Fuck Anna your eyes drive me and I can’t wait for you to beg to be fucked.” I voiced out as I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over me.

Turning back to Shea, Brooklyn said, “It’s entirely possible they drank the glasses we’d switched out, so maybe he’s either too embarrassed to have gotten caught, or he hasn’t woken up yet.” The three friends giggled. Shea grabbed a bagel and put it in the toaster. When it popped back up, she brought it to the table and joined her friends. “What are you working on there, Brooklyn?” she asked, reaching for the cream cheese and nodding toward Brooklyn’s laptop. “I’m trying to think up a suitable topic for my next article,” she said, opening it back up. “But I’m having writer’s block at the moment and can’t think of anything.”