Nikki Dork Diaries Novels & Stories

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.

The assistant paused before replying, "Mr. Norman says if you want a divorce, you should come find him yourself. He's not falling for your dramatic tricks." I let out a laugh. "He actually told you to say that?" "Yes, he did." I sighed. "Where is he?" "Mr. Norman is celebrating Ms. Bowen's birthday tonight. If you want the location, you'll need to post an apology on your social media first—" "Dream on," I snapped before hanging up. Then I scrolled through my contacts before tapping on Vincent Dickinson's name. He was the one who had called out Madison publicly. Maybe he was still a decent guy.

What is written inside it? She did not sleep. She sat at her small desk with her laptop open and the cursor blinking in an empty search bar and thought about where you even begin when what you are looking for has no name and no shape and the only person who knows anything about it is a girl who tried to kill you four hours ago. She typed: dark journal occult. Deleted it. Typed: ancient journals with hidden locations. Deleted that too. She pushed back from the desk and pressed her palms flat on her knees and stared at the ceiling.

" Rebecca gasped, her eyes widened as she eyed Nikki from head to toe. author Facebook page: Author faith Odulesi Instagram:@faithodulesi

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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!

5" girlcock. "My name is Nikoletta Lawn," the final girl explained, "and I can suck my own cock," she explained. The other girls giggled. Nikoletta was in her second year of 12th grade and she had skipped this seminar the year before. She considered herself to be a bit of a punk and a rebel. She was 5'6 and weighed a mere 100lbs. She was scrawny, on purpose. She had B-cup breasts, one of which had a tattoo of a rose. Her face was gorgeous and looked deceptively innocent with its upturned nose, soft pink lips, and elfish ears. Her innocence was marred only by her nose and tongue rings as well as her hair that was dyed to look like fire, both red and yellow and was cut short and spiked. It tur

My chest rose and fell like I had run ten miles in a thunderstorm. “What the actual fuck, Dorian…” I whispered to myself, half-laughing, half-sobbing. But Nikki wasn’t done. “I want more,” she whispered, climbing back on top of Ronan, guiding his cock toward her soaked pussy again. He smirked, his eyes sharp before he froze. “I think Dorian will be back anytime soon,” he said casually. “Let’s wash up.” My soul nearly left my body. I zipped up with lightning speed, sprinted back to the chair like a cartoon criminal caught mid-heist, and slammed myself into a “sleep” pose, my eyes closed, my cock twitching and cum still drying on my hand.

I answer as I took the seat by the couch at the end of the small room. Nicolo let his fingers touch the spine of the journals that were written by Drake’s mom, “Does Drake knows this room?” Nicolo asked. “I don’t think so,” I replied, “And I haven’t told Nikki as well. But I will tell them soon.” “What are these?” Nicolo said as he took out one of the journals. “Journals,” I replied as I watch him open the journal in his hand, “written by Drake’s mom.” “Oh,” he replied with amazement. He continued to open and close each book until something caught his attention.

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.”