Reading Dork Diaries Online Novels & Stories

Jeff pov I sat alone on my worn leather couch in the dim glow of the living room lamp while the house was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Just the thought of Anna makes me want to ruin that innocent face while my hands are wrapped around my throbbing cock, already hard and leaking pre-cum. “Fuck Anna your eyes drive me and I can’t wait for you to beg to be fucked.” I voiced out as I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over me.

, I asked. "Of course", he said and then we ended the call. I immediately suspended everything and asked my secretary to tidy up for me and drove home. When I got there, Alice was in the living room, she was watching a Korean drama and crying her eyes out over something stupid. "Hey, can I talk to you real quick?", I asked. "Yeah sure ". "Do you know a Justin Brooklyn?", I asked. Her face turned white. Of course she did. "Uhm... no", she lied.

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If he asked me to stand up right now, I was terrified he’d see the dark wet spot I was surely leaving on the chair. “You’re making fun of me,” I said, my voice raspy. “I don’t stay late on Thursdays to make fun of students,” Dade said. He unclipped the paper with his thumb. The metal snapped loudly. He flipped through the first few pages until he found the middle. “Page eighteen,” he read out loud. His voice was steady, slow, completely unbothered by the words. “‘He held her chin until her neck ached, forcing her to look at the mess she’d made on his rug before he’d even taken his belt off.’”

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

“You can’t tell me you’re a virgin. I mean, sure, you’re a complete dork, but still… Pretty-boy football star like you? I’m not buying it.” The dork term caught me off guard. I’d never once thought of Wick Webster as dorkish. But if he was a dork, then he was a sweet, loyal, trustworthy dork trapped in a hot guy’s body, that was for damn sure. “I didn’t say I was a virgin,” he mumbled defensively to his sister. “I’m just saying it’s been long enough that I would know by now if I had anything. Alright?” Folding her arms over her chest, Darcy narrowed her eyes. “Oh really?” Obviously not impressed, she asked, “Has it been over a year?”

Miss Williams told him. “Would I do such a thing?” Drake asked, feigning indignance. A chorus of yesses from his classmates made him slump in his chair and shrug. “Okay, so there may be multiple editions, the uncut version will be available on writepad.com.” "New girl, do you want to read?" the teacher asked, turning to face Toni. Toni made a scoffing sound and threw up her hands. "I don't want to follow that." She caught Drake's eye as he gave her a sideways glance, but his expression was annoyingly hard to read.

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.

"Yes!" "Really?" Dior chuckles wickedly. "Because when I broke into your locker that one time, I read through some of your romance novels, and wow—Patricia, you're a thirsty girl. All the guys were described as ripped, perfect creatures, which makes me believe I might not be that far-off from what you desire." I inwardly scream. "YOU READ THROUGH MY NOVELS?!" I'm seething, convinced there can't be a cockier guy than Dior on the face of the earth. Once more, I face him but then immediately regret it.

Grant said gruffly when he handed it over, cheeks pink. She baked thank-you cookies. Marcus accepted them with a rare smile that transformed his face. She started looking forward to the small interactions. A wave across the driveway. A “good morning” over the fence. A casual “how is the unpacking?” from Cole. She told herself it was just friendly neighbors. But at night, alone in her new bed, she imagined more. Three strong, protective men. Three sets of hands. Three voices calling her good girl. She’d discovered her Daddy kink years ago—secret Tumblr scrolls, hidden e-books, fantasies she’d never shared with anyone.