The Dirt Book 2: Oh No Not Again Novels & Stories

"Just out of curiosity, exactly what books were you reading?" "Well," Dorin answered with a frown, "My favorite book is Al Khami's 'Black Earth' --" Dorin was distracted by Sebastian spitting the food in his mouth and choking on it. A jumble of words rush across his slate, but just as suddenly disappeared – it mostly concerned 8 digit numbers. "Are you okay?" Mar asked her friend with concern, patting him on the back. Johan simply looked at them, annoyed. Professor Durant started to laugh.

The rest of us took her lead and seated ourselves around the basement, Jonie and Mitch together on the couch with the rest of us finding chairs. “I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was had to do with their personal dirt.” “Personal dirt?” “When the Dirt blows in, it brings with it everybody’s personal dirt.” “What do you mean?” “Those things in our lives that we’d like to stay buried, forgotten, in other words, our personal dirt. Here’s mine.” She went over to the computer and jiggled the mouse, dismissing the screensaver. Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties.

“Read it where?” “It was in a diary that belonged to a guy I used to work with. The last thing he wrote was on the very last page, and after that he just never came in again. When they told me to clear out his locker it was completely empty except for that book sitting at the bottom of one of the drawers. There was no call, no forwarding address, nothing. I ended up putting the book in my bag because leaving it there felt wrong, and I’ve regretted it ever since.”

So far, you have met or 'heard of' (ahem) the major leads, and now book two will be centred on: Daisy, Erden, Kassian, Bryant, the demon, a bit of travelling to different continents with Isaac and more of fierce Vivanna, lol, unfortunately, the bumbling and uncertain Vivanna dies in book one and comes back far more villainous in book two. I’d also like to thank you so much for reading. Undercover_Ostritch

Just the sound of him breathing made bile rise in her throat. She knelt down to pick up the book. As she lifted it from the muddy ground she froze. It landed right on top of an enormous paw print. Elly looked around for more prints. It was the first time she saw anything like it. The print was easily larger than her head. “There you are.” As Elly turned around Darren slapped the book out of her hands. She nearly jumped out of her skin at his sudden appearance. “Ah come on.” She reached down to get the book again. Darren moved close to her. Elly looked up to see his crotch directly in her face, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

I felt so dirty having that plug in my ass. After inserting the butt plug, I went back into the bookstore. I was almost too ashamed to go back in because I was sure everyone would know what a dirty slut I was. But I needed to be a dirty slut. I wanted them to defile me and ruin me. I meekly asked the clerk about how many coins were needed for the video booths. He said, for me, it's free to go in. He laughed and said, "Enjoy yourself."

I pause, heat flushing all of my body. Uncle Jax nods, urging me to go on. “Umm right above my pussy,” I mumble, but the words are loud enough for him to hear. “I want it to say ‘Daddy’s Pussy’ in delicate script.”

The broth coated his stomach, making him hungry for more. He moved his attention around the room once more. The place was a disaster. Clothes scattered everywhere. Bloodied bandages discarded on the floor in a pile as if whoever put them there didn’t think to dispose of them. Dishes from three days ago still sat on the table. Since his serving boy had died, Marcus had hired a twelve-year-old from the orphanage to do the duties of the powder monkey. Now that they were on land, Marcus had the lad help clean rooms. Unfortunately, David, the cook, had Monkey occupied of late. Marcus didn’t have time to find another boy to clean his room. Now he wished he had, only because he didn’t want to have

I never really bought into fairy tales; those stories seemed too good to be true. After losing my parents, I realized everything has its expiration date. The impending end of my relationship with Mario is almost palpable. Despite the chaos brewing, my feet stay firmly planted on the ground. Now, about that mysterious note – being at the Princetons’, I figure they’ve probably left one at my house. The thought makes my heart skip a beat. “Who’s trying to blackmail me?” I type on my notes app with determination.

( 12 years later ) Dust particles filled the air when I slammed the large, heavy book closed. A stressful groan escaped my lips as I angrily shoved it back on the shelf with the other books. "Anything?" I heard Darian's voice from the other side of the library. I shook my head and continued rummaging through the books, reading their spines. "There's gotta be something..." Darian mumbled as he pulled books off the shelves, opened them, and tossed the unhelpful objects somewhere behind him, yelling profanities at them. "Dammit! This is taking forever!"