Dork Diary Book 12 Novels & Stories

I just wanted to be around him, or maybe wish him good luck on his bike race. Just then, I found a book. It looked eerie, old, but then special. It wasn't dusty for the place where it was kept. I brought it out and swiped through it and noticed it was a diary. Why does he have a diary? But then, while I turned each page, I realized it wasn't Dimitri's diary. It was a girl's diary. She was heartbroken and sad. Then I went to the last page. The last few sentences sent shivers down my spine: "Chased after me. He wasn't just an ordinary guy. He was a secret underground lord." I shut the book immediately in fright. What? Who would have read such a scary diary and used those words as their last pa

"What was the book." "Something about a boy who finds a dragon. He's been reading it for two weeks. He reads very slowly because he refuses to use a bookmark so every time he picks it up he starts from the beginning of the chapter to make sure he hasn't missed anything." Darius looked at the drawer where the letters were. "That sounds like someone who doesn't trust things to stay where he left them," he said. "Yes," she said. "It does."

He half heartedly apologized as his laugh came to an end. “So, you’re apparently going through the same thing I’m going through. Heat”. Dario said, looking into her eyes to gauge her reaction. “But I’m not a wolf”. She says, looking like a confused puppy. All Dario thought in this moment was how adorable she was. “Yes, but you’re not a creature we even know anything about. Trent and James had read it in this book. He said as he handed over a dark green, hard cover book to her. This left her wondering why all the books, and information they found on Oscuras, were always either in black on dark green, but she swallowed her question.

Each entry is a howl, a secret, a snapshot: David’s handwriting sharp and impatient, Darrel’s all loops and nervous smudges, Derick’s almost unreadable except to those who know how to listen for his absence in a line. Lizzy finds it by mistake, one Sunday morning, searching for a lost battery. She reads the first page—If we die, let this be evidence: we tried—and slaps the journal shut, returning it to its hiding spot without a word. Later, she fills the margins with her own script: mostly insults, dares, footnotes correcting the boys’ memory of certain events. “You’re all such drama queens,” she tells them over cold coffee, cross-legged atop the table. “Plenty of people have shared a girl b

It actually belonged to Reese's brother Niklas, but after his accident almost three years ago it had remained in our care. Normally I didn't mind her playful nature, even if she really had just nonsense in her head, but today after the message that Jilin had brought me earlier ... I just didn't feel like playing. I sat on the floor in our small bedroom. It wasn't very big. On the right side of the wall was a double bed, on the left a wardrobe with a full clothes horse in front of it. There was a wide window sill above the bed with a bedside lamp on it. It was already dark outside and only the ceiling lamp provided light. Spread out in front of me on the carpet were a bunch of photos from bef

But when she pulled a condom out of her dessert drawer and threw it to me, it was high time for me to go home - without a condom. I spent the evening in my room over my books and the new journal that Historia brought out every month. But as soon as I crawled under my covers to sleep, my thoughts were back on Nick and his brother. That didn't change either when I sat sleepily in the kitchen over my cereal the next morning while Uncle Roderick turned the toast in the toaster into coal again. "You shine so brightly today," he remarked. As always, he missed the burnt smell that wafted through the kitchen.

Zoe’s pov I swim deeper into the underwater ruin. The water feels cold around me. Old stone walls cover in green algae. My flashlight beam cuts through the dark. I see a big crack in the floor. I try to swim over it. But my foot slips. I fall through the crack. Water rushes past me as I drop. I hit a deeper chamber. Bubbles rise from my mouth. I kick to swim up. Something grabs my ankle. It's slimy and cold. I look down. A thick tentacle wraps around my leg. It's green and covered in slick mucus.

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters

She had the bike to cover up for it. Levina might as well move into our house. I thought as I stared at her absentmindedly. She snapped her fingers in front of me. "Down to earth Dora…what's going on?" I shrugged my shoulders in response, and picked the latest book I had gotten from the library. I didn't steal this one. It was a book on covering spells—I was still intent on covering the scar on my neck. "I thought I am your friend…" I sighed, and dropped the book back on the table. She's playing this card now?

"Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!" I close the diary and take a sip of my coffee, smiling to myself. I know I'm probably the only person in the world who would find this kind of thing exciting, but that's okay. I've always been a little different, a little wild. And I wouldn't have it any other way.