Dork Diary Book 10 Novels & Stories

*Brief Introduction. *Book name: Dynamic Diary of Tee. *Author name: Omah Susan. *Dedication This book is dedicated to all my loyal fans so far who had in one way or the other encouraged me. *AL RIGHTS RESERVED ® No part of this book should be republished or uploaded in any other website nor app without the author's consent. Be warned. This story is partially a true life story as it is a book. Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues.

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

Thursday, 13 February 2014 11:00pm Dear Jennifer, I have decided to write a personal journal to help me cool off my head over the tough times I face with my family. Should anything weird happen to me one day, I hope this book will find its way to you and help solve the riddles around my situation. I am not predicting something bad to happen to me or my family any soon; however, the future, and all its occurrences, is inevitable.

I secretly pray it's a poem because riddles are so not me “Okay book, judge me if you want, but I like girls, I think I'm not sure. Okay screw that I know I like girls like actually like them. Men are extremely so dumb and did I mention they all stink. But anyway, it’s not like anyone will ever know. Hahaha(evil laugh, smiling face, heart)” I froze. Completely froze. The diary dangled from my hand as the words repeated in my mind like an earthquake. Charlotte. Perfect, intimidating, hates-my-guts Charlotte likes girls.

Leah indeed loved reading comics. But... "'The Last Supper of a Serial Killer,' 'The Singing Voice of the Sewer,' 'Horror Nursery Rhymes,' 'You Look Delicious,'" Diana's expression gradually contorted. Well, let's see what books she has been reading lately instead. "'How to Kill Your Neighbor,' 'Abnormal Psychology,' 'Self-Improvement for Beauties,' 'Advanced Handbook for Pro-Level Girls,'" Diana muttered. "What the hell is all this?" Just then, a notification sound chimed.

Anna eagerly moved into my room after I left. Deep in the closet, she found an old box containing Spot's toys and a yellowed diary. Anna flipped it open curiously, but her expression grew increasingly grim. The diary detailed every stunt she'd pulled back then, from destroying my mother's portrait to faking her allergies to frame Spot, and even destroying the data in my computer. I'd recorded every single thing with meticulous detail. Her face turned ashen. In a panic, she tried to burn the diary. However, she was caught in the act by Dante, who'd returned early from work.

Finding the vulnerability is not the same as losing the person. "I need to return to the settlement," I said. "I'll come." "No." He frowned. "Just me and Wren." His expression sharpened. "Why?" "She found the handwriting anomaly. She read the notebook. She's been part of this from the beginning whether anyone intended it or not." I paused. "And I think she already knows." Dorian studied me. "She's eleven." "Yes." "And she read an eight-hundred-year-old journal entry and correctly identified the writer's emotional state in less than a minute."

Grant said gruffly when he handed it over, cheeks pink. She baked thank-you cookies. Marcus accepted them with a rare smile that transformed his face. She started looking forward to the small interactions. A wave across the driveway. A “good morning” over the fence. A casual “how is the unpacking?” from Cole. She told herself it was just friendly neighbors. But at night, alone in her new bed, she imagined more. Three strong, protective men. Three sets of hands. Three voices calling her good girl. She’d discovered her Daddy kink years ago—secret Tumblr scrolls, hidden e-books, fantasies she’d never shared with anyone.

When she combed through the book without finding a suitable replacement, she went back to the bookmarked page. “This is the only one that will work,” Maggie was almost shouting to be heard over the incessant howling and pounding. Dennis stood in the doorway of the bedroom. The chaos was overpowering. He leaned against the door frame trying to collect his wits. He felt groggy, as if he’d been drinking all night. Tara rushed to help him to a chair. “He’s feverish” she shouted as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her brother’s brow.

What is written inside it? She did not sleep. She sat at her small desk with her laptop open and the cursor blinking in an empty search bar and thought about where you even begin when what you are looking for has no name and no shape and the only person who knows anything about it is a girl who tried to kill you four hours ago. She typed: dark journal occult. Deleted it. Typed: ancient journals with hidden locations. Deleted that too. She pushed back from the desk and pressed her palms flat on her knees and stared at the ceiling.