Dork Diary Book 12 Novels & Stories

I would be introducing another book here to this book, just a few chapters, if you're interested, read the book up. It's called; Dangerous Affairs with my body guard, also a BL book. The last chapter of this book; I know what you taste like will be at the end of this book. So if you're not interested in the new book I'm introducing you can skip to the last chapter. Thank you so much!

I knew from Dakota that a girl's diary was off limits, but drunk Drake didn't give a fuck. I took the journal to the bed and sat down as I cracked it open. There was a lot of mumbo-jumbo about school events and some bitch named Becky that she rambled on about for a few pages. Then I read the page that talked about her losing her virginity to Jason in the back of his truck and I quickly turned the pages. I didn't want to read that shit and wondered what the hell I was even doing readingthis. It was only making me feel worse, but when my eyes landed on a page that caught my attention, I just couldn't stop.

my head is still filled with this insane images and I didn't need some boy problems now the locker room was empty when I got there, perfect just what I needed , silence. I sat down slowly, my hands trembling slightly as I opened my bag. the diary was still there, staring at the cover, the bright colors, the stickers filled it front and back, the pink, purple, blue, white, red, all the fucking colors you can think of, it was her, literally and metaphorically her, it was supposed to be filled with adventures and names of friends but instead it corrupted with one persons name, it's so sickening how someone turned something so bright to something so dark, my hands tightens around the book , tear

I walk to the door to check if it's locked. After checking it twice, I move to the window and lock it before losing the curtains. I look around to see if everything is set. And yes, we are good to read! I run to the cupboard and take the diary out. This diary smells like old times. I brush it a few times while walking to my bed. I lay in the most comfortable reading position I can find before opening the diary. 'Rily Dencer.' I turn the page and see a picture of a young girl. The picture has become yellow because of time maybe but still can't hide the beautiful lady beneath it.

Thursday, 13 February 2014 11:00pm Dear Jennifer, I have decided to write a personal journal to help me cool off my head over the tough times I face with my family. Should anything weird happen to me one day, I hope this book will find its way to you and help solve the riddles around my situation. I am not predicting something bad to happen to me or my family any soon; however, the future, and all its occurrences, is inevitable.

It was easy to spot her since they were having a sports day. "You only got me, unfortunately," I chuckled as I pulled out a diary book for her from my handbag. "This is for you." "What is it?" She asked as she took the diary. "I had one when I was your age. It helps to write down the chaos in your head and keep them inside the book. That way, things don't get into you very easily. I know how chaotic things get when you're 15." She gave me a brief hug again. "Thank you, Miss Darla."

He is cold, arrogant, and impossible to read. She paused, her mind drifting to the memory of "D." She traced the letters on the page. In her mind, the "Chairman" and her "D" were two different people. "D" was a hero, a boy who had stood in the dark with her. Damien Black was a cold, powerful man who lived in a skyscraper. To her, they were opposites. She flipped back to the very first pages of the diary. She touched the shaky handwriting of her ten-year-old self. She read about the red heels, the spider, and the boy who gave her the candy.

UNKNOWN DIARYYY, Just her mere presence in my vicinity, and I can already feel myself becoming strongerrr. I saw her naked body today, Diary… she was taking a shower, wanted to get rid of all the dirt she had on her from packing or so she said. I could see her through the walls, Diary —lots of demons like me do this to unsuspecting girls all over the world who manage to catch our attention, you know? — And you have no idea how I wished she could sense my presence, but I’m not that strong yet!

Brain fog for the win. The bath wasn’t yet full enough, but Dianna could wait no longer. She stepped into the tub and lowered herself gingerly, hissing as her bare arse sank into the scalding water. It had to be hot for it to make any difference, but man, that first touch always burned. She settled herself against the end of the tub and took another long drink before bringing her iPad to life and navigating to the book she was reading. Dragon shifters this time, not wolf shifters. It was appropriate, considering the way Jack looked at her reminded her of a dragon.

( 12 years later ) Dust particles filled the air when I slammed the large, heavy book closed. A stressful groan escaped my lips as I angrily shoved it back on the shelf with the other books. "Anything?" I heard Darian's voice from the other side of the library. I shook my head and continued rummaging through the books, reading their spines. "There's gotta be something..." Darian mumbled as he pulled books off the shelves, opened them, and tossed the unhelpful objects somewhere behind him, yelling profanities at them. "Dammit! This is taking forever!"