Dork Diary Book 12 Novels & Stories

Ken had seized it from her one night she rushed in after dinner with the claim that it obstructed their family time. "I'll never let you go this time." Dake unbuttoned her shirt and tucked the material in. Dale went ahead and finished up, she was done and sat down wondering why each day, the chores never reduced. It was always constant stress. She picked her book and found her last statements before the book was snatched from her. "Hi my diary." were her last words. She ignored with a smile and flipped through the pages of the book. "Yuck, I wrote this?" she droolled at her clumsy younger self. Her face stretched back to seriousness. She had seen the first words she wrote in that. She rememb

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….’

I chirp giving her a wide smile. She doesn't respond, but simply looks away, turning pale. *** Days have passed since my shopping trip with my mother and today I'm spending the night with Miss Ann while mother works. Miss Ann is one of the nice ladies who work with mother. She watches me while mother works and will even tend to us when we are sick. I really like her! "Miss Ann, have you seen this book? It's one that mother got for me when we went out shopping. It's an old book on tactical warfare," I shout excitedly while practically shoving the book in her face.

It was filled with wolf laws, training with Malachi, stories about Karani, my mother. I took out a more recent diary and started reading it, it was about magic and cutting out my liver. I closed the book abruptly. I let someone cut out a piece of my liver. This was too weird. I should read them all, get to know me but it felt like reading someone else’s private words. I closed the drawer and put the key back under the desk.

Quickly, his eyes skim the first few lines below the name—ancient, devours without end, cannot be contained, bloodthirsty, dangerous— “What are you doing here?” Kieran snaps his head so fast at the sound of the voice to find Alpha Dagon; the man’s dark eyes flicker between Kieran’s face and the page of the book. He immediately walks over and slams it shut. He snatches it off the table and securely into his locker. Kieran raises a questioning brow. “What’s that?” Dagon waves his hand dismissively and sinks into his seat. “Nothing you should be concerned with. What are you doing here?”

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•| I flipped onto the next page of the book in my hands, curling into a ball underneath the covers, shoving Doritos aggressively into my mouth while I thinned out the rest of the world, completely immersed in the book. It was funny how I had read two books today and was on my third.

I felt my spirits fall and. Thud! I jolted and looked around. Was I alone in her room? On the floor, I saw a book that seemed to have fallen out of the bookshelf after I had ravaged it for pictures. I looked at it with intrigue. There was something about it that felt familiar. I walked up to it, and as soon as I saw the cover, I felt a shiver of fear ripple through my spine. It was the diary that Dorian had thrown at me. What was it doing here?

When she did wake, she would be wanting me, a lot, and I needed to be ready for that! “Tate?” I hear her voice mutter from the bed. ---------------- Dear Diary… Not sure what has happened. Everything seems to be black. Like I am in a big black hole and I can’t get out. Everything feels so hot, like I have been put inside the sun or a volcano. I don’t think I like this. I can faintly hear Azaria, like she is a whisper somewhere around me, but I can’t make out what she is saying. And Tate, too, he is saying something, but it isn’t clear what he is saying. Does being in the sun make it hard to hear?

Maybe I had been fooling myself. But I didn’t say anything. At that moment, I decided to prioritize myself. Dad didn’t stop; his remarks continued until I put my name on the map. With each new height came new expectations. It’s suffocating to be a Blackwood. “Marlene!” April called, throwing her hands up when she noticed I wasn’t listening. “Marlene, we’ve been having this class for three weeks. Maybe you need a break, some inspiration. The theme of the dance is Burning Flame—you’re supposed to burn, not…” she trailed off as I let the scarf loose and walked out.