Romans & histoires Dork Diary Book 12

The girl on Mr. Willow’s lap didn’t wait for a second invitation. Her fingers were small but fast, clicking the heavy gold buckle of his belt open. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room. She slid his zipper down, and even though I tried to look away, I couldn't. Mr. Willow was thick and dark, already waiting for her. She hiked up her skirt, her own lace panties long gone, and lowered herself onto him with a long, shaky breath.

Finding the vulnerability is not the same as losing the person. "I need to return to the settlement," I said. "I'll come." "No." He frowned. "Just me and Wren." His expression sharpened. "Why?" "She found the handwriting anomaly. She read the notebook. She's been part of this from the beginning whether anyone intended it or not." I paused. "And I think she already knows." Dorian studied me. "She's eleven." "Yes." "And she read an eight-hundred-year-old journal entry and correctly identified the writer's emotional state in less than a minute."

NEAH I hid the box under a loose floorboard in my room. The same floorboard I used to hide candy bars from Caleb when we were fifteen because the boy could smell chocolate through concrete. The irony of hiding my mother's secrets in the same spot wasn't lost on me. The vial stayed in the box. The documents stayed in the box. But the USB drive came with me. Theo and I set up in the small office off the main hallway. The pack's secure computer was old but functional. Theo handled the technical side while I sat beside him and tried to keep my hands from shaking.

“Look what I dug up our teen diaries from that first summer here!” Betty’s eyes widened as I pulled out two worn notebooks. “Oh god, no. Don’t read those. I was such an angsty mess.” “Too late,” I teased, flipping one open. “‘Dear Diary, Daisy is so confident with her camera. Wish I could be like her. She makes this stepsister thing feel… nice. Safe. Maybe too safe?’ Hmm, interesting.” Betty snatched it, laughing embarrassedly. “Give that back! Yours probably says I was a boring bookworm who followed you around like a puppy.”

“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.”

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

“They found out I have the code. I don’t know how, but… I’ve seen them watching me. I’ve been followed. Two nights ago, someone tried to break into my place. I have to disappear, Lexi.” My voice trembled. “So what do you want me to do?” He handed her a single page—a torn scrap filled with symbols, numbers, and scribbled lines. It looked like chaos. “I need you to write this down. Copy it—exactly. Keep it somewhere safe. Somewhere no one would look. I’m burning this journal tonight. You’ll be the only person left with this.” I stared at the paper. My hands shook as I took it. “Pastor Dav…”

" 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.”