Reading Dork Diaries Online Novels & Stories

I giggled because of how naughty Dwight is. "Still isn't done teasing me?" I replied. "Peace! Is the Eiffel Tower really that marvelous, Zy?" she asked. "Yeah, super. Can you come? I wait for you." "Nah. I just browsed randomly on the internet and found the website "Drizzles of Yellow." You know that website?" I smiled and nodded. "I do." Of course, I know that website more than anyone else. "I love its contents. Very heartwarming and inspiring."

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

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.

Chloe closed her eyes for a second after finishing the last line, her fingers still resting lightly on the diary. Okay. I need to lie down on the floor for a minute. And also maybe take a very, very cold shower. Clara. Girl. First of all, I hope you’re okay and that this is some next-level erotic fiction, because if it’s real… wow. Just wow.

“I’m telling you, staring at that thing all the time won’t make your crush text you back.” “Mom! That’s so rude! I don’t even have a crush,” Dasha snapped, clearly annoyed and a little embarrassed. “I’m just reading stories on Kindle!” “Kindle? Isn’t that the app where all those steamy, raunchy novels are? The ones that make Fifty Shades look like a church sermon?” Aunt Lori said, her tone dripping with suspicion. “Mom! That’s not true!” Dasha protested, blushing as she stabbed at her scrambled eggs. “Kindle is for all kinds of stories, okay? And not all of them are… you know, like that.”

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•| I flipped onto the next page of the book in my hands, curling into a ball underneath the covers, shoving Doritos aggressively into my mouth while I thinned out the rest of the world, completely immersed in the book. It was funny how I had read two books today and was on my third.

Group Chat: Dorm Watch Did anyone else get the link? What link? The Observer’s site. It’s counting down. To what? Midnight. She froze. The world seemed to tilt for a second. Her fingers trembled as she clicked the link someone had forwarded. A black page loaded slowly, with a simple message blinking in white text: “THE TRUTH REVEALS ITSELF IN — 01:12:56” Beneath it, thousands of usernames filled the chatbox students, outsiders, even anonymous profiles flooding in to watch the countdown. The Observer had already gone viral.

Riko’s voice greeted me after the second ring. “Well, if memory serves, Darius would have seen Don at school today. So I can imagine all the gossip being spread around.” I sighed. I chuckled softly, picturing Don and Darius gossiping like old ladies in the teacher’s lounge. The very mental image is too funny for words. “I don’t know how much of it is gossip. Just that Darius found Don studiously reading law and etiquette books wanting not to disappoint when he attends the Frost party. Must be serious if you’re taking him to that.” Riko teased.

Damon turned his attention to the petite best friend. “Are you saying that your all-powerful king is also omnipotent? I’m sure we will find a thing or two to string the pieces together.” Dorthy challenged. I don’t know where she is getting her sassy attitude from, but I like this new side of Dorthy. Journee smiled. Proud of her best friend’s spunk. “Right on. Journee will be searching the bookstores in the human realm, miss best friend consults questionable sources.” But if eyes could kill, Damon would be dead now.

I had a stack of books and she left me the magazine since she couldn't take it with her. I pored over that magazine for days. One thing we hadn't really studied was the last pictorial in it, one of two girls. I guess it would have been embarrassing for us to look at it together? I don't know, all I know now was it excited me more than I wanted to admit, even to myself. I found myself pulling a book out of the pile "Women Daring to Love" was the title, and the subtitle was "Daring to Love Women" and reading that. I got halfway through it the first morning and afternoon and that might have been the first time I had four orgasms in the same day. Then the next day I was about to go lay by the po