Dork Diary Book 12 Novels & Stories

He made me tired. “So today Zaroon Durani will decide what I am going to wear.” I muttered to myself as I reached the bedroom with a moisturizer in my hand while smiling like a maniac. I was smiling like a fool to myself while applying moisturizer when I heard him behind me. “Where did you find it?’ I turned around and my whole body froze when I found the diary I found that in the library in his hand. The bubble I had just made few ago bursted seeing his clenched jaw and eyes filled with rage.

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.”

As Daryl drops my hand, the panic immediately rises, even though he was still stood in front of me, the fear of being attacked or beaten again had my heart rate speeding up and I fight the urge to hold on to him and turn to face the books. Daryl closes the doors as he leaves and for once I do not hear it, I even check the door and he has not locked me in, a massive part of me relaxes and I look around the room at the floor to ceiling shelving of books when something catches my eye, in the top right corner of the bookshelf, grabbing the ladder I pull it over and climb up. The book is dusty and looked like it had seen better days, the pages were well thumbed and no longer sat pristine in their

Dav continued to grind her c00chie against my face. My guess was correct, but this time it felt different when the d!ldo pierced my c00chie. I attempted to sit up as soon as Mrs. Dav removed me from my face, but Mrs. Coker was standing in front of me, with one end of the double-sided d!ldo in my mouth and the other end buried deep in her c00chie. She began to move back and forth, and at the same time, the d!ldo was entering our c00chies. It was all new to me.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

◆◆◆ 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.”

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?"

The trio had never for once made me forget my place as the loser in school. A memory of their recent torture took control of my mind and began to replay in my head. It had been a slow day and I had been reading. It happened so suddenly. One minute the book was right there in my hand and the next, it was snatched by someone. This aroused anger inside me that I screamed out. "Hey!" The trio, Duke, Darius and Dean stood proudly before me. Darius was the more outspoken one of them, tall with brown hair and brown eyes like his dad's. He found the book I'd been reading too funny because he was grinning as he flipped through the pages.

I'll take this drawer another time! I turned around to the bookshelf that covered the entire wall and scanned the row of thick columns of books. The words were faint, but I spotted it almost immediately. 'DELL UP'. An anagram for ‘PULLED’. I rushed over and tilted the book backwards. Something on my right shot out. I swivelled around my waist and saw a dark brown book jutting out. A rush of victory swarmed to my head. Five more minutes… I opened the book. It was a diary. Hastily, I whipped out my phone and snapped away.