Dork Diary Book 10 Novels & Stories

The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton." I clicked on the tag and saw excerpts from his diary. "Liv is sick today. I snuck into her room and stayed by her side the whole night. She looked cute when she was asleep, just like a kitten." "Liv said she wanted the cake from the eastern part of the city. I only found it after going around for a while. I thought everything was worth it when I saw how happy she looked." "We made a promise to be together forever under the weeping willow tree. Liv, I'll keep this promise forever."

He looked at me, and he was boring holes in me. I couldn’t move and stand there like someone has pressed a pause button. But Damien move forward and bent to pick up the Diary in his hand. I didn’t know if he was aware of this diary or not. He opened the first page and his eyes get wide in recognition. It won’t need any rocket science to know whose diary it is as a big picture was attached on its first page. He close his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself, but I know I was doomed today.

Dmitri gazed at the crusted bloodstains on the rotted wooden floor as Quinn heaved heavily, “I’m gonna puke.” “All of you, leave the room and search the area again,” Dmitri ordered and they gratefully left the room, no hesitation. As much as the smell and sight of this room were awful, he knew he could stand it. Like the other rooms, this study needs to be searched for anything and everything, no matter how disgusting and revolting it is. He made his way over to the large desk that sat on the other side of the room, ignoring the bloodstains and the mummified flesh that has dropped onto it, and rummaged through the yellowed papers of spells and ways to torture and drawings of her victims. Dmi

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

Dayholt brought it for him, but forgetting all that Ryan had to pay for this. He wrote a lot of quotes, lyrics and some one liner too, there was one with a gardener, he read it, opening the 52nd page where a small dried lily petal was as a bookmark, “That gardener knew everything, he stayed quite, but how long? How long can he stay silent…” Interrupting his reading, he heard their front door cracking. He knew his friend came back, but it was too quick. He snapped closed the diary, hiding it under the bed when Darius came there carrying a white packet.

As Daryl drops my hand, the panic immediately rises, even though he was still stood in front of me, the fear of being attacked or beaten again had my heart rate speeding up and I fight the urge to hold on to him and turn to face the books. Daryl closes the doors as he leaves and for once I do not hear it, I even check the door and he has not locked me in, a massive part of me relaxes and I look around the room at the floor to ceiling shelving of books when something catches my eye, in the top right corner of the bookshelf, grabbing the ladder I pull it over and climb up. The book is dusty and looked like it had seen better days, the pages were well thumbed and no longer sat pristine in their

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

He half heartedly apologized as his laugh came to an end. “So, you’re apparently going through the same thing I’m going through. Heat”. Dario said, looking into her eyes to gauge her reaction. “But I’m not a wolf”. She says, looking like a confused puppy. All Dario thought in this moment was how adorable she was. “Yes, but you’re not a creature we even know anything about. Trent and James had read it in this book. He said as he handed over a dark green, hard cover book to her. This left her wondering why all the books, and information they found on Oscuras, were always either in black on dark green, but she swallowed her question.

I can only conclude because this is not written in the diary either. "Does Duna actually know what a diary is?" I complained. After storing the ID Card and mercenary ID in the drawer, I took some packets of cookies from the cupboard and read the diary again. If I look again, the first few pages have been torn. Maybe Duna used to write a diary, but suddenly made this book into a notebook. Starting from the Xenobeast category, mercenary system, base system, to how to use guns and laser swords. January 27, 3043