Dork Diary Book 12 Novels & Stories

Did they have other memories like this? I skipped through the next page, but before I could start reading it, Darius's groan stopped me from doing so. Afraid of being caught, I immediately closed the diary, Hiding it beneath the pillow I had rested my head on. I twisted to face him, expecting to see an angry Darius. But he wasn't angry at all. He wasn't even awake. He was twisting and trembling on the bed. His legs thrashed weakly, and his hands were clenched tight against the bed.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

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.

Daniel finished, pulling out his phone, and started dialing when Barbara said, "Oh, no need to disturb Mr. Thornton with something as small as this. I can handle it. So are you vouching for her?" "Yes, I am." She then went on to ask Daniel a series of questions while I checked out the books they had close to the desk on a rack that spun. I saw a book that reads Protective Custody: The Demon King. Interesting, another fantasy-type story. I picked it up and went back to Daniel's side. They were just finishing up, and Barbara returned Daniel's form of ID. "I would like this to be my first book." I said, looking expectantly at Barbara."

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.

Cold. I pressed my hand over my mouth to muffle a cough from the thick air. Carefully stepping back, my heel hit something. A shelf. A loud thud hit the floor behind me. “Damn it…” I muttered under my breath, fumbling to pull out my phone. I turned on the flashlight and aimed it toward the object. It was a book. Old. Worn. A diary. I bent down and picked it up. The name on the first page stopped my breath cold.

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.

She doesn't even get a chance to open her bag or write in her diary before the lecturer screams at them to open their books. So, she takes her favourite therapy method and disguises it inside her book. She randomly starts doodling. There are so many things to write. Dear Diary… The way he looked at her last night. He genuinely stared. And the things he said. She starts scratching his name again. Over and over, filling the margin until the ink runs thick. D.O.R.I.A.N Then, the glowing eyes… The way he could track her pulse… There’s the enemy complication. So many intricate puzzles to solve. So little time.