Dork Diaries Tales From A Not-so-fabulous Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Noah's P.O.V We holed out in Dorian’s childhood bedroom for hours, having sex on every surface we could find, followed by long and aching conversations in the dark. I didn’t think I’d ever see Dorian soft like that, sprawled out beside me naked under an old quilt, moonlight striping his face. His mouth always tasted like coffee or sarcasm. I couldn’t get enough of either. But outside that room, the world was on fire.

School sucks... Life sucks! Everything sucks! Norbert grumbled in his mind as he drove to school that Friday morning. His lousy friends were being all noisy, and he couldn't hide his anger. "Y'all just shut up.. I'm having a hangover, so just save your shit." The guys remained silent until he pulled up at the college gates. Winchester college was a college of everyone's dream... well, not everyone. Definitely not Norbert, who just wanted to spend the rest of his life on a ship with a ton of hot girls on a trip to Mexico.

That single overhead bulb throwing yellow light like it was trying to warm the place with sheer effort. It was small. Rough. Kinda sad. But it was mine. I crouched next to a box and yanked out my favorite mug—chipped, faded, proudly obnoxious with its cracked lettering that read: My last fuck flew off on a broomstick. Still standing. Same. I hadn’t taken much. Just the shit that felt like me—a stack of dog-eared books, the hoodie that still smelled like bonfires, my cast iron pan, and the pillow that didn’t make my neck scream every morning. Everything else? Fuck it. Let it rot back in that suburban mausoleum.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

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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.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

I had my journal in my hand, somehow I felt a new need to hold on to it everywhere I went. I was with Damien, though I was bruised all over, it was easy to hide the pain. Besides, I was used to being flogged. We were talking about something that made me laugh so hard. It was actually a comedy skit we watched. I almost lost balance, my journal scattered on the ground. I was embarrassed, more embarrassed because the name "Annabelle Steele" was written boldly on its front page.

Chapter 2 Alex’s POV “What’s that one?” I asked again, my finger still hovering near his on the trackpad, heart pounding from more than just the way his hand gripped my thigh. “Real Story? Come on Damien, you can’t drop something like that and expect me not to wonder.” Damien’s eyes narrowed but that hungry look stayed locked on me. He pulled his hand back slowly, fingers dragging along my leg like he hated letting go. “It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.”

Immediately after flipping me over and placing me in the d0ggy position, he rammed his dvvk inside of me. I screamed, "Fvvvvvvk," as I tried to steady myself. Grabbing my hair, he pressed deeper and deeper into me. I screamed and shook quickly, splattering my liquids all over his dvvk. My a$$ was up when I collapsed on the bed after cumming. After coming three times in an hour, I was exhausted.Right there, I wanted to go to sleep. Derek said, "Hey hey, don't go to sleep just yet because the main show is about to start."