Dork Diary Book 10 Novels & Stories

"Let's go Diana, the others are waiting." "Yes, let's go home." ********************************** Hello everyone, Dora here. Am really honored that you read my book, we've come a long way and now its finally time to end things. However, the road doesn't end here for me, I still have more if you want. It'd be nice if you check out my newly signed book "The Ghosts of Greenville." Don't let the name fool you though, its a really sweet and forbidden and warm story. Or you can check out 'Made of Glass' and drown in an ongoing comic love story for free. I really hope you enjoyed this book, do let me know what you think. With warm regards, Dora.

His young virile seed was endless, gallons of high quality royal protein that sure made my night. “Oh, god... ooohhhh!” Doris moaned and put the book down. Her left hand had three fingers pushed inside her pussy from the side of her panties. She closed her eyes and shivered, imaging everything she was reading. Picking the book up again, she sighed deeply and resumed.

“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…”

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.

She began to read what she saw. Dear diary, Like all the other days, today is a special day. Today is the love of my life, Derick’s one hundredth year as a vampire. Dana baked a special cake, but unfortunately none of us could eat it, so we ended up throwing pieces of it down the mountain. I had so much fun decorating Derick’s handsome face with the cake. I wish everyday could be like this… She had read some lines before Dana stopped her. “Of course, it makes sense that you can read it. It’s your diary after all. You can keep it. Probably you’ll see something she wrote there that will be helpful to your quest.”

Moaning her name is our job and only our job. Me- Yeah, but don’t you want to know why she fled from him? Dexter- I do, but I don’t want to read about him moaning her name. Me- What if I skip a little? Dexter- PLEASE, JUST STOP! January 12th, 2022. ATLAS KISSED ME! I slam the book shut. Dexter- Hey! Don’t stop there. Me- What happened to ‘Don’t read her diary’? Dexter- Well now that you have read it, you may as well get all the details.