Nikki Dork Diaries Novels & Stories

“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

I definitely wasn't going to protest, as the try-on process was already wearing me out. As we moved from shop to shop, buying shoes and clothes and all sorts of strange makeup products, we chatted about anything and everything. Something that came up a lot, due to the fact that it honestly intrigued me, was Nikki's love life, and her unique opinion on relationships. "I've only ever been in one long-term relationship," she explained, "which was enough to let me know that they weren't for me." Ever since that particular breakup, she'd been slowly making her way around the male population of New York. And she wasn't ashamed of it.

Not tight jeans because Noriko's mother would never let her dress sluttily. Kristen smiled. This was the perfect chance for her to write that next story in her diary. A naughty tingle rippled through her. She had this kinky idea that Noriko liked her daddy. She knew it wasn't true, but the fantasy was what made Kristen's pussy so hot. If my family only knew what dirty, dirty pervert I was, thought Kirsten as she rose and headed for the stairs, they would all lose their minds. She reached her bedroom and slipped inside. She closed the door and headed toward us. She unlocked the drawer and took out the diary. Bound in leather. She couldn't believe she found it at the Dollar Tree. It was a stea

Nicki smiled and walked up to the mic. " everyone permit me to say a little word.......All my life I have always dreamt of become a kpop idol, but while growing I noticed my voice was really horrible" Nicki said and everyone burst into laughter, even the summers except for dream who kept a straight face, without any facial expression. she dropped the mic, and wore her headset and closed her eyes, letting the music move all over her body before dancing. and every single dancing step she took was really amazing and that got all the students to start cheering her up, and hers was more louder than that of Samira.

I say it as blunt as possible, hoping to shut the subject off, but I fail dismally. “And it was great. We all know that part,”Niki says and everyone laughs. Everyone knows that part because the stupid woman wrote all about it on the school newsletter. Her very detailed, eloquent writing is the reason she is one of the editors of SMA magazine. Our sex scene was unfortunately, so well documented that by the following day, everyone knew the appropriate size of my dick. I did not mind that part because I am gifted, even if I say so myself. What I minded was the shit romantic stuff I supposedly said, which, to this day I don’t recall ever saying.

He would do anything to make her smile like that in his presence. Nick finally knew what it meant to doomscroll. A tiny bit of remorse hit him for always scolding Dalia for spending too many hours on the phone instead of training, yet there he was scrolling through every picture and video of Kira, hiding the urge to like all of them as a stalker would. He already embraced the title of stalker, watching her videos repeatedly. The one that especially caught his eye was a particular video posted 6 months ago, celebrating her birthday with her human friends.

"Ni—Nicholas?" "Fuck…"

Anna pov You can call me a dirty slut, but one thing is certain— I must have him today. I have been teasing professor Jeff for weeks, wearing skimpy outfits to class, crossing my legs just right so he gets to peek up my skirt. And now, here we are in his office after hours, the door locked and the air thick with tension. “Earth to Anna,” Professor Jeff snaps, his voice pulling me back from my daydreams. He’s leaning back in his chair and those sharp eyes are locking into mine. “You have been so distracted lately, Anna. What seems to be the problem?”

Nikki walked up to me wearing a wide smile. What does she want again?! Can I just be left to live this reaming days in high school? “Girl, you’re skyrocketing on the popularity charts.” Nikki said clapping. “What?” “Don’t you know?! People are like talking about you all over the place.” “Not surprised. Won’t you be doing the same thing if you found out that the nerd went to prison with the gang leader?” “Really?! Just kidding, I know that,” she chuckled for some seconds, then threw her hand over my shoulder.