Dork Diary Book 10 Novels & Stories

“Hello, I’m Mariana, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please don’t be mad at Marylin, she’s been nothing but an angel to me, if it weren’t for her, I’m not sure I would have been able to return home.” “No problem,” Dana said. “I can never be mad at her for helping you.” “Thank you!” Mariana went in again and returned shortly with a small book in her hand. She gave it to me and before I knew it, the little book began to expand and increase in size until it was just the right fit for me. It had the words ‘DIARY’ written in front of it. “It’s a magic diary,” she told me. “I’m sorry,” I told her. “I’m going to have to refuse this, I could never keep track or even keep a diary.”

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only woman he loves deeply? One more reason I came here. I want to give this to you." She got stunned when the old woman suddenly handed her a familiar notebook that she was starting to recognize. To her surprise, it was the diary she owned way back in her high school days. The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began...

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.

It feels like I could breathe better; it's as if the room unlocked something in me. Sitting up, my eyes caught something behind the wedding picture on the wall. I went to get a better look, making sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me, and put the picture down on the table. A little book fell to the floor. I bent down to pick up the white little book and open it. The entry reads: Aurora’s diary. “What's that?” Soraya asks. “ Looks like my mother’s diary,” I told her. We both sat back down on the bed with our eyes glued to the book.

Darius opened his mouth, much likely to defend his Alpha but I didn’t need to hear lies from his mouth. So, before he could say anything, I pointed toward the tray, “Let’s eat. I’m hungry.” After we were done eating, Darius gave me a few more protein bars and water bottles before bidding me goodbye with a promise to return soon. For the rest of the day, I crawled and followed the sunlight with a book in my hand that Darius brought the first night. It was about a girl surviving in a foreign land, much similar to me. I could see why he chose the particular book for me and for some reason, I found it funny.

Each entry is a howl, a secret, a snapshot: David’s handwriting sharp and impatient, Darrel’s all loops and nervous smudges, Derick’s almost unreadable except to those who know how to listen for his absence in a line. Lizzy finds it by mistake, one Sunday morning, searching for a lost battery. She reads the first page—If we die, let this be evidence: we tried—and slaps the journal shut, returning it to its hiding spot without a word. Later, she fills the margins with her own script: mostly insults, dares, footnotes correcting the boys’ memory of certain events. “You’re all such drama queens,” she tells them over cold coffee, cross-legged atop the table. “Plenty of people have shared a girl b

Description Diana is a seventeen year old introverted high schooler in Fort Fairfield, Aroostook county. She live with her mother, Juliet and her little brother, Cole. The story begins with a set of unusual activities after Diana’s birthday leading to the discovery of her magical powers. She is the last white flasher and the only person who can fight against the evil that is eating up the very fabric of the world of magic.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

It was as if the world outside had disappeared in a blanket of ink. Her body felt heavy, and she decided to sit on the bed. It was pretty soft, and it was nothing like she'd ever been on. She opened the drawer and saw a small, leatherbound journal with the name Dorothy Stein on it. Carefully, she opened the peeling leather covers and read the first entry, which was miraculously legible.