Dork Diary Book 10 Novels & Stories

Nick picked up a blue diary. He desperately opened it and turned to the first page. That wasn’t it. Nick tossed it aside and found the black journal. He turned to the first page. He exhaled when he realized that it was a continuation of the red one he had read. Nick sat Indian style and zoomed in on the entry.

As a she-wolf with a soft heart, only her status as an Alpha’s daughter had saved her from ridicule and worse. “There’s something else,” Diana said, startling me. “Have either of you seen my diary? It’s a small purple book with a lock.” Lisa was shaking her head. “I haven’t.” Should I lie? I swear my falsehoods were becoming smoother the more practised I became. Instead, avoiding the question, I volunteered to help her look for it. “I may just take you up on that,” she replied. I couldn’t wait to ditch Lisa and see what transpired.

I quickly head out to the next shelf. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel exhausted. Drake plops into one of the armchairs before the fireplace, yawning. “I covered thirty shelves, and there’s no book on celestial wolves. This is not a library. It's a book town!” He rests his chin on his arm. “It's so huge that I might find aliens hiding somewhere.” “Stop with the excuses. You are just incapable, that’s all,” Dory says while biting her thumbnail, her eyes trained on the book she’s holding.

He walked closer and put everything on the nightstand before he shoved his hands into his pocket, looking awkward. It was difficult to believe that Dario was related to Lorenzo. Even with the uncanny resemblance, their biggest difference was their personalities. Dario was much warmer and innocent. I wonder if he'd lose that, too, when he became older. I picked up the bowl and pushed a spoon of sugary treats into my mouth. Chocolate chip. Dario came a bit closer. “I wasn't so sure what kind of book you like, so I bought a memoir, a thriller, a romance, and a fantasy book. We don't have many new books in the library downstairs,”

It gets lonely when no one that knows who you are doesn’t want to hook up because your Dad is a fucking mafia, lord of the gangsters. Even though my age mates I know around my school and area acts all dumb and stupid. However, my perspective changed when I crossed path with this clumsy curly hair. She bumped into me at one of the beluga whale exhibits at mystic Aquarium Connecticut during one of my Dad’s business trip he forced me to come along. I reached out the the one magic book that brought me to her. Her diary.

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.” Private. Yeah right. The word only made my curiosity burn hotter, mixing with the ache in my cock that hadn’t gone down one bit. While he stood up to grab another bottle of whiskey from the bar cart across the room, I leaned forward quickly and clicked on the locked file. A password prompt popped up. Fuck. I tried the obvious ones fast,his book title, his name, the date on the manuscript. Nothing. Then on a hunch I typed in a phrase from one of his filthiest scenes. The file opened.

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

Chloe closed her eyes for a second after finishing the last line, her fingers still resting lightly on the diary. Okay. I need to lie down on the floor for a minute. And also maybe take a very, very cold shower. Clara. Girl. First of all, I hope you’re okay and that this is some next-level erotic fiction, because if it’s real… wow. Just wow.

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

The title and subtitles of each page were written in meaningful English words, but the content consisted of a crazy jostle of the English alphabet and figures and another foreign alphabet I could not quite apprehend. The first page was titled “The burning ritual”. I strained my eyes through the content trying to see whether I could gather anything, but it all looked like computer-coded writing. I was just about to flip to the next page when I heard a knock at my bedroom’s door. I tossed the book under my pillow and went to the door. When I opened it, I met the grim looks of my little Harriet. “Baby, I told you not to come in. Have you finished your breakfast?” I asked, trying not to sound pe