Dork Diary Book 10 Novels & Stories

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.

Pondering how he knew I was searching for it, he probably had Strange Magic too but… wouldn’t he need it as well. I peered over at Daisy who was having trouble with one of the pages, slowly I crawled up to her covering her eyes with my hands. “Want to guess.” I cheered keeping my hands on her eyes she hummed, tapping her finger on her bottom lip. “I don’t know, Snow is that you. Hex is it that annoying shifter that shares a bunker with me from our grade. " She grind her teeth, annoyed as if it was her having chills going down her spine. I laughed knowing she would say something like that. I sat the book in front of her book on “All Species Guide”, she gasp as I sat down to the chair next to

Setting the book on the bed I finished putting my clothes on. The sound of the shower told me I would not see Ava for probably a half hour. Besides I had not planned on staying much longer since I had no idea when her parents would return. I went to leave but the diary caught my eye once more. A quick peek would not hurt. Lifting the book, it opened near the middle where she had left a pen in as a bookmark. I had not been prepared for what she had written. "Dear diary, why am I so horny all the time? This morning, I was rubbing my pussy before I was even awake. I cam twice and I was dreaming about getting rapped! Is there something wrong with me for that?"

I contemplated whether to check out the book, but I saw another person just leaving without even glazing at the librarian who was busy doing his own work. ~~~~~ Back in my room, I sat down on the settee and opened the book. The pages had taken a brownish hue, conveying its age. Surprisingly it was more like a diary. I frowned. Whose diary was it? The name had become smudged. Even then I carefully flipped the page. My eyes halted on the first line of the first entry. ‘Mother is scary. She doesn’t love me. She doesn’t love father. She wants to kill us….’

Thanks to Mrs Holloway leaking that it was his favourite smell. "What are you doing, Lila?" he asked. His voice was a low, dangerous vibration. I acted innocent, staying still, my ass pressed firmly against the hard line of his slacks. "I’m just trying to get this book, Master Eddie. It’s... it’s stuck."

◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆ I spent the entire weekend hiding in my apartment, ignoring texts from classmates who suddenly found me fascinating for all the wrong reasons. The humiliation replayed on loop as my own words, my deepest, most depraved fantasies, were read aloud in front of everyone while Darian Rho watched with those unreadable dark eyes that seemed to strip me bare without ever touching me. Monday morning, I discovered my diary was missing. Tuesday afternoon, the first text arrived from an unknown number: “Page 23. The elevator fantasy. Creative use of the emergency stop button.”