Dork Diary Nikki Novels & Stories

Nikon: After I was done with the whole day’s work, I finally had some “me time.” Sitting in my armchair and looking outside the window, I poured myself a shot of vodka. I deserve some peace. But my choice of comfort and peace meant reading or getting information on my enemies. In my hand was a small, vintage-style, red-covered diary. It had slipped out of the bags when the maids were packing them. I opened the diary and read the first sentence: “Today was a weird day. Uncle Ron made me take an extra shift even after I had returned from transferring blood.”

He is teaching us what he knows, he really is very good. I point at Nick. “That one over there, the dark one with the glasses, is his cousin, Nick. He handles the technology, he is a master at the keyboard. He creates our profiles for us, takes care of the cameras and hacks the entire internet if necessary, he knows everything about everyone, he can look up any information if he has a laptop and the internet. Nobody hides from Nick. Basically, he's the camera monkey from Toy Story, if he catches you, you spend the night in the box.

I look at her optimistically, lying once again. "Maybe," She reaches into her pocket and passes me a card. "If you hear from her or Jimmy. Please tell them to get in contact with me." She smiles and turns to leave. "I thought you have to wait for twenty-four hours before filing a missing person report?" I question her. "Nikki hasn't seen him for over twenty fours now. I know Nikki personally, I promised her I'd look into it." "I know Jimmy too, I dated him back in school. He's always been a loose cannon, someone who can never stay put in one place for too long before he gets bored."

Why can't I remember anything? I put my index fingers on both sides of my head and slightly massage the corners of my head. What a horrible dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and grab my phone before heading downstairs. I start texting Kali. Me : I had a terrible dream last night. There was a girl who looked exactly like me except her eyes were completely black. Kali : You have an evil alter ego? Me : Very funny. Kali : I'll pick you up at 1p.m and you can tell me all about it.

No, she’s the complete opposite of what her brother is in every way. But as innocent as Nikki might seem, I found out something about his sister that Kazimir doesn’t know; Nikki is a fucking Dominatrix. She owns a deep underground BDSM club with her own private list as long as a CVS receipt. Once Frankie finds out what his timid bride is capable of — fuck, I wish I could be a fly on that wall.

"What? Don't look at me like that. Anything is possible with love." She was imitating me, of course. Nikki had no dream about love. She probably dreams only of trees with dollars for leaves and that was if she dreams at all. Everything was clear and straightforward to her. She had a dozen boys dating her allegedly but none was her boyfriend. Only Nikki can pull that stunt. "Dream on, you know that will never happen." I hissed. "Yeah but you have it in your diary." "You read my diary?" I whipped my entire body in her direction.

Nikki: “Doctor Wolfe is great. She is actually a member of the Desert Moon pack, so I don’t have to hide what I am during therapy.” Frankie: “That is so awesome. You’ll actually be able to truly benefit from being able to be completely honest.” Nikki: “Yes, she has me journaling this week, so that I can get my thoughts and feelings down for next week’s session.” Frankie: “Sounds perfect. So not to change the subject, but what are you wearing right now?” Nikki: “Oh, just a lace bra and thong.” Frankie: “Oh? Well that’s quite an image to have in my head. Are your nipples hard?”

So, she’s a food junkie, huh? Nikki Arellano, what an interesting girl. “Alright.” Justin announces, “Since we have reached a consensus, let us now start the job here, shall we?” Nikki strikes a complacent smile at him, “Dying for it.” As Nikki mentions, she sits down next to me and opens her laptop. She then picks an orange USB drive out of her pocket and inserts it into the laptop. Swiftly, she moves her fingers across the keyboards. Driven by curiosity, I lean closer and give her laptop screen a glance. I don’t understand most of the things I see, but I know that I see codes and coordinates.

It’s itching for me to tell her so all these could just end once and for all, but she's seen some things that’s questionable happen between us. It seems too late to spill now. Annie showed up behind Nikki. "Damn Nikki,” Nikki turned around to look at Annie. “Maybe if you spent less time stalking Noah and more time not being a hag, he’d actually want you." Annie continued. The crowd oohed. Nikki’s face twisted. "You—" Then she turned back to me and her hands shoved me hard. The water swallowed me whole, icy and shocking. Laughter echoed above as I surfaced, gasping for air. The dress plastered to my skin.

At her early age, Nicky had the experience of an ex-convict, the good in her was gone. "Fucking underwear." Dale cursed as she washed the piles of cloths and inners in anguish. Dale went further to hang the clothes for drying sake. And found the mountain of rubbish, she took the decision to burn them. While gathering them close she came across something, it looked familiar. What was it? "Oh my God, I've got you back!" She picked up the material dusting it she felt glad as she had found her diary again. Ken had seized it from her one night she rushed in after dinner with the claim that it obstructed their family time.