Nikki Maxwell Dork Diaries Novels & Stories

Max rolled his eyes, twerked his neck. "I didn't leave you there. You became a drunk bitch and jumped into that pit." Bastard nagged. As usual, Darius tried to stop his giggles, "You know what... I don't care..." Shit, did I forget how to fight with the biggest asshole in the world? "Why would you care when you are with..." Max rolled his eyes, and I knew what he was about to spill from his mouth. "Maxxxxx......" "You know Darius... somebody had an itch..."

Nick: Relax I know you must be feeling uncomfortable but trust me there is nothing to be awkward because I like boys. He said winking at Maxwell he stepped away from the guy a little with bothered expressions. While I smiled a little feeling relaxed a bit. Nick: Let's take this to your room. I nodded and he followed me. Maxwell stood beside the door guarding my room. Nick pulled out the measuring tape and was about to wrap it around my waist but then. The door got slammed open as we both flinched turning our attentions to the door. Damon was standing there staring straightly at the guy more like glaring.

"Nick, do you really like her? I don't feel like you are serious about her." "You don't need to know.", As Nick confessed he vanished in the crowd when Maxwell was standing at the same place confused. "Why do I feel like he doesn't love her…", Maxwell turned to Sanaya. He could see her innocence reflecting on her face. Nicolas has never been in a serious relationship. He never gave importance to any girls, when he hated his own mother he thought all the girls out there were just gold diggers. How beautiful the girl was, but he always thought they were ugly. Maxwell started feeling uneasy about the fact that Nick actually liked a foreign girl who didn't seem to love him. Where was this story

I finish, giving her a tomboyish smile, and leave carrying the diary and some books. I finish going down the stairs, carrying the diary and some study books in my hands. About to go down the last step, determined to find Loretta to talk to, I am surprised by agile and firm hands that lead me straight to the secret opening on the ground floor. The same hands that touched and rescued me from the hazing on the first day of school. The same hands that still make me shiver with their warm, experienced touch. "Are you running away from me? - Max whispers, always on the lookout for the possibility of someone seeing us.

I dropped to my knees, opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue, waiting excitedly for his erection to spring free from his pants. “Shit!” Damian cursed under his breath. “So, THAt was what they were role-playing as.” I could hear Max’s voice. I stood up so fast and looked at Damian. He was blinking his eyes, seemingly having forgotten that his friends were there too. Oh my God, if Max didn’t say anything, I wouldn’t stop. This was another degree of embarrassment. I quickly buried my face in Damian’s chest, groaning, mortified at what I had done. “Max, if you hadn’t said anything, they would’ve given us a great show by now.” Nick laughed.

I wave him goodbye, he checks his noodle hair in the mirror and leaves. There is not much work. There is never much work. I sit in front of the laptop and check my F******k account. F******k is boring when you’re dating the prettiest girl there will ever be. I don’t want to, but I still end up doing what I’ve been avoiding since morning. I fetch the diary from my drawer and open it. RD.

She could still hear the running feet of the students. Dika snorted, her defiance as sharp as her tongue. She was the only one who dared to talk back to Nyxoria and live to tell the tale, the only one who had stood by her side on her first day at the Arcane. Dika was a tall, striking young woman, standing at 5'9. Her deep, rich dark complexion complemented her dark hair, which was meticulously plaited into neat cornrows that flowed freely at the end of her ponytail, adding to her commanding presence. She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself.

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.

She flew through the house, not caring about lunch, and plunged into her room to write. * * * Max Green is so horny. He's nineteen, and he's not getting anything from his girlfriend Chastity. His parents have his phone and computer locked up with the best nanny software the Christian right has ever created. If he can't even fill her up on a date, then he needs something. He has to get a porno mag from the local corner store. Only problem, he's too embarrassed to buy it. So he slips it up beneath his shirt. Playboy. Just the title sends a titillating thrill through him. He hurries out of the store and runs right into my father who claps a hand on him. Fear spills through Max as he knows he's

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.