Nikki Maxwell Dork Diaries Novels & Stories

"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 screamed in pain. Coreen's eyes widened in horror. "What the hell?!" she yelled, backing away in terror as she watched her friend in her pain. "Someone stop her!" Two of Coreen's other friends, seeing the state Nikki was in, hesitated but then tried to intervene. However, Maxine was too consumed by rage. She easily sent them aside, making them crash into lockers. They scrambled up but were too afraid to try again.

She smiled. “I feel like a goddess.” “You look like a goddess, Helen.” After that we got our nails done, I got dark red paint on my nails and she got pink, then we got some food and I remembered to get something for Charlie too before we headed back to school. Ask Diddy your most personal interrelationship questions. Tell Diddy everything. Go on! We dare you! Remember, the reason Ask Diddy is added to the school newspaper is to help students interact with a fellow yet an anonymous student. All secrets told to Diddy remain secret.

Our bond had survived through the harshness of the orphanage and even now it was still strong. “Shouldn't you be getting ready for your shift? I don’t pay you to stare into space all day, yunno.” Maxwell spoke from the kitchen doorway. You don't pay me enough to listen to your annoying voice, I thought bitterly. “In a sec.” I sighed. I adjusted my T-shirt and tried to pull down my skirt enough to hide my creamy skin. Maxwell undoubtedly had crooked intentions for picking a skirt so short it was impossible to cover up my ass. I took a minute to breathe and tell myself it was all going to be okay before walking out to do my job. Some hours later, my mood brightened a little when Derrick stoppe

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."

It's been four years Looking back at the same lady in the mirror, I wouldn't believe myself. I decided to cut off my long hair along with its bad memories. Xenia is dating a human named Casper. And Max is still weird, she hates to date because she can read their minds. She calls everyone she met a pervert. I told her it was the way it is. But she doesn't seem to care. " Mama. " Elias came along to hug me. " Did you play with villagers in the mud again? " " Yes! But they called me a freak! They saw my eyes glowing! "

LUCAS “You want that thing off your wrist, don't you?” Max, a girl I had never spoken to, said to me. I knew Max Kane quite well. Everyone in Woodhidge high knew who she was. She was the self-proclaimed queen of the school and was quite attractive. She had short blonde hair that barely reached her neck. Max has very clear blue eyes and a beautiful accent. She was charming and knew how to pick the right outfit for her build because everything she was ever seen in looked perfect on her.

She still had some minutes before it was time for her to take the bus to Maxwell’s house and since she didn’t want to go way too early before time, she stopped by a small restaurant and ordered some snacks. After discussing further, Niko had agreed to let her stay in the dormitory till the weekend which was really just two days away. Leaving the dormitory also meant that she had to tell Larissa the whole matter about Niko before then. She sighed and then finished up her snacks and headed to Maxwell’s house. Maxwell’s mother was a stay at home mom, however, she was not that good with academics and wanted additional help for her son. Her husband was also quite wealthy and they could afford the

Darius grinned. Max shook his head. Darius Sterling relied on alcohol as a crutch to maintain his sanity. Abandoned by his father, he was raised by his busy mother, a flight attendant at Blue Sky Airlines. Darius had navigated middle school with the wrong crowd until an altercation brought him and Max together. Max, with his exceptional IQ, advanced several grades, entering Harvard at thirteen and completing his postgraduate degree by nineteen. Meanwhile, Darius, supported by a basketball scholarship, was in his second year at Boston University.

Maxwell said, showing a small-sized shirt that read: [I Survived the Max Attack! “Oh my god!” Dawn cracked up. The other shirts read: For Maxwell: [Captain D] For Dawn: [His Favorite Port] “I have extra-large condoms,” Maxwell added, pulling out a box. “With a message from Mom?” From where Dawn was seated, she could read the message. It said: [Go big or go home, Max. Proud of you! Love, Mom] “Fuck,” he shook his head. “There’s a custom pill organizer with—” Maxwell frowned, opening the pill box. “Viagra! Goddammit, Mom! I don’t need this stuff!”