Dork Diary Book 10 Novels & Stories

He pushed in the heavy door to the king’s council chambers and stormed in. Eros was standing before the flaming hearth, observing something in his hands. Dagen’s sudden intrusion made him jump. With or without intention, the object in his hands fell into the fire. As Dagen stepped in, he saw the pages started to burn. It was an exquisite notebook with a short line of handwriting was beautifully scribbled on the front page. Tora’s Diary. -- King’s Harbor

She ignored the closing hole and walked on, chanting the spell to keep the fire on her palms lit. In a matter of minutes, Maika had surveyed the whole surrounding but she couldn’t still find anything. “Is this the truth you wanted me to know!” Maika cried. “You selfish, conceited witch! To trap and kill your only daughter?” As if in response to her questions, a blinding light illuminated the room and Maika looked around. There was a bed in the center of the room and there was a book on the bed. Maika walked up to the bed and took the book. It was a diary, and from the brown and rumpled pages, she could tell that it was very old.

“Tell me, how did you get to know that symbol?” My voice is hoarse with rage, and Dawn knows. She jerks. “What’s the problem, Dima?” “Answer me?” I demand, holding her gaze. “I saw it in a book some time ago.” She admits. How can it be a book? No! It should have been on someone’s body and I swear I'll leave my horny ass and leave here to find that person and when I do, I’ll kill them. “Just a book?” “Yes, I swear…”

If my handjob sucked, then I had to make it better, learn the best way to treat a cock, and whip him up with something he’ll never forget. “Noah”—his moans played in my head as I searched the shelf for something helpful. [The Faith of the Dragon Lair] [How to kill a dragon] [The Art of Fireflies] [An Omega’s Journal] My finger paused at the last book, “An Omega’s Journal.” It sounded intriguing and also felt like it was written from experience. I pulled the book out of the shelf, dusting it off and removing the particles in search of the author’s name. No name, no copyright claims… Who would leave something this private in a library?

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.

Diary, the feeling was heaven and I wanted to cry tears of joy but I better hold it. He held the shaft as he rubbed my piss slit with his thumb. God, I let out a groan, my whole body was raging with fire. I grabbed his cock urgently he continued to massage mine, and ran my hand on it for the first time. His dick was about 8 inches long and really thick. I didn't think a 18 year old could have a dick that big. Perhaps he used cock enlargement pills. But pills or not, I don't want to hear it. I repeated the motions he was doing nonstop until I began to cry for real.

UNKNOWN DIARYYY, Just her mere presence in my vicinity, and I can already feel myself becoming strongerrr. I saw her naked body today, Diary… she was taking a shower, wanted to get rid of all the dirt she had on her from packing or so she said. I could see her through the walls, Diary —lots of demons like me do this to unsuspecting girls all over the world who manage to catch our attention, you know? — And you have no idea how I wished she could sense my presence, but I’m not that strong yet!

“Oh, you guys are not going to believe this. Our little spy is a massive freak.” I adjusted my posture, holding the diary up to the ambient light of the limo. “‘If he pushed me against the bookshelves, I wouldn’t even fight back,’” I read, my voice dripping with dark amusement. “‘I want him to take control. I want him to rip this stupid sweater off me. I can practically feel his hands gripping my thighs, bruising my skin, pushing his huge dick inside my tight and wet aching pussy while he whispers my name…’”

I blurted after a few more minutes of silence and Dorian's lips only quirked in response. frustration brimmed under my skin but all that evaporated when Dorian finally stopped in the parking lot of a movie theatre, its marquee glowing in the evening light. i squinted at the board in front displaying the play. The Boys In the Band. my eyes widened in shock because...that was my fucking favorite book! it had gone missing on my bookshelf a few weeks ago and I couldn't ask anyone in the frat house about it because well, it was a gay movie and I could as well scream my sexuality from a rooftop instead of asking them.

Dante's POV I know I wasn't supposed to be doing this, especially snooping into the diary of a human girl who had given us nothing but troubles but fuck it, the first page was enough to drive any man crazy because that how on earth was she able to memorize every damn thing we did to her back then at the school, locker room, I sat down to read it and memorize everything.