Nikki Dork Diaries Novels & Stories

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.

Nikki, Sweet, and Lee were sisters from the same well of pleasure. Nikki was the funniest and had black hair. Sweet kept brown hair and always came up with new styles. While Lee had gold hair. They chatted among themselves excitedly in the room as they waited for Ray Dantley. Dressed in bikini wear, they moved to the bed in anticipation. Lee shared their roles whenever they had a foursome and she rehearsed it over again.

There was a couple talking and laughing in one; a mother wiping away a drop of ketchup that had dripped on her son's shirt and then there was Nick. "Hi," Diana said, taking a seat and facing Nick. "Hey," his dark hair was short, matching his dark eyes as he beamed at her. "Actually, there's something I wanted to tell you," Diana bit her lower lip that was as red as her hair. Nick rested his hands on the table, ushering her to go on. Diana lowered her voice and said, "I don't know how to explain this but my-my. . .parents are alive. . ."

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

Swiftly, I picked her up and cradled her in my arms, attempting to soothe her distress. "Why are you crying, sweetheart? Are you hungry, hurt, or in need of sleep?" I inquired, gently bouncing my two-year-old mate on my lap in an effort to calm her. I wished for her to rest, especially with an important meeting just two hours away and my time running short. "My tummy hurts," Nikki's voice quivered, her tears moistening my neck. "Why does your tummy hurt, princess?" I expressed my concern. "I ate a pen," she confessed.

I reached around for the pull tab to undo the zip once I stood up straight, just as Anna had shown me when I put it on. I haven't wiped, my pee dripping down the inside of my leg, but I wouldn't have been able to wipe it myself anyway. The sound of the metal giving way as the pull tab unzips the dress was as loud as a pin dropping in a silent room. Niko raises his brown, standing up straight before stalking towards me. "Oh, Bee, you never know when to submit," he tells me. A silly bubble of excitement fills me with a warm sensation as I try to dart away from Niko's advance, but he grabs me just before I slip past him.

Hi everyone 🥰🥰 Mha Nitta here, how's our weekend going? After the next two chapters I'll be releasing an erotica experience of a friend who is in a talking stage with me. He has a weird fetish for short black skirts 😂. I found it so hilarious though. Forget the fact that we're friends 😂😂 It's weird.

Nikki cocked her head as though she found my question strange. I pointed to the skillet. "Omelets suck when they're cold." Her teeth snuck out and pulled her bottom lip in. When she released it, I swore I heard it pop. "Ten minutes?" She said it as though it were a question and not an answer. "Any chance I could borrow another T-shirt and shorts?" She scrunched her nose in the cutest display of disgust. "I'm afraid these are kind of ripe...you know, with sweat from the club."

“I can’t wait to get started.” Nikki presses the small power button and the ring light flashes on. She clicks through a few different ones until she settles on a lower dimmed bright light. She snaps her fingers at me and motions me forward. “Come on now, we don’t have all day. We’re losing precious daylight. It’s just us until Mavy is done with her boy toy. It was so sweet I almost threw up in my mouth,” Nikki said as she rolled her eyes. I love how she didn’t care that we were wolves. She treated us the same and didn’t care about sharing her opinion. I watched as she opened up her supplies and pulled the circle black thing I’d seen earlier. She pulls it and it locks in. She places it on the

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b