Tiffany Dork Diaries Novels & Stories

Chloe called out my name but I ignored her, determined to question Tiffany. I got to the mansion, shouting Tiffany's name but no response, I sat on the sofa, waiting patiently for her. I checked my watch, it was 9:55 pm, I got more annoyed, I detest her arriving late. I heard footsteps and turned my head to see who it was. I gritted my teeth as I saw Tiffany, I stood up threw the pictures at her and yelled out, "What is this Tiffany?" Tiffany picked the pictures from the ground, her hand were trembling,

I've been m@sturbating whenever I'm horny since I broke up with my boyfriend, which is really annoying because I needed more than just my hands—I needed a dvvk. I opened my eyes, looking around the semi-dark room, as it was still raining outside with thunderstorms everywhere. As soon as a lightning light flickered in the room, my eyes caught the cylindrical container standing on my makeup table. I took my fingers out of my coochie, and immediately I felt empty down there as a cold breeze penetrated my hole, and I moaned softly at this feeling. Stretching my soaked fingers, I grabbed the container, making sure it was locked.my I spread my legs wide once again, rubbing the entrance of my c00ch

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.

“Months? You’ve been fucking random girls here while sitting at our dinner table acting like the perfect uncle type? And now you just railed me like that on camera, Dickson. My pussy is still sore from how deep you went and all I can think is what if my dad finds out his best friend stretched me out and made me cum like a whore.” The words spilled out raw, my voice heated and hushed, but saying it made fresh wetness trickle down my thigh. The forbidden part of it all sent a dirty thrill through me that mixed with the panic, my body wanting more even as my brain fought it.

I had my journal in my hand, somehow I felt a new need to hold on to it everywhere I went. I was with Damien, though I was bruised all over, it was easy to hide the pain. Besides, I was used to being flogged. We were talking about something that made me laugh so hard. It was actually a comedy skit we watched. I almost lost balance, my journal scattered on the ground. I was embarrassed, more embarrassed because the name "Annabelle Steele" was written boldly on its front page.

"By the way, when you introduced yourself in the class this morning, I told you to perform a talent. How dare you ask me to dance with you? That's so daring of you!" Tiffany pointed at the swimming pool angrily. "Go and release the water from the pool. Clean it up and fill the water again." Then, Tiffany went upstairs with an arrogant expression on her face. Darryl's face immediately darkened. 'F*ck! That was only a joke. Why is the girl so vengeful? When will I finish cleaning such a big swimming pool?' A few minutes later, Darryl cleaned the swimming pool unwillingly as he pondered about his situation.

Honestly, I was worried, very worried. What if she wasn't ready to be in a relationship? Tiffany said she hadn't dated before because she was home-schooled in California. No friends. No foe. I'm glad I would be her first. No words can explain how excited I am. You can call me a fool in love but I don't care. ~Tiffany~ Wearing simple jeans and a top with a cross bag on. I peeked through my window to see if AJ was awake. Fortunately for me, the Vampire is asleep or probably he's not around.

She couldn't resist the temptation and slowly opened the creaky lid. Inside the chest, she discovered a collection of journals, each filled with faded ink and delicate handwriting. The journals were filled with accounts of daring expeditions to far-off lands, encounters with mythical creatures, and tales of hidden treasures. They painted a vivid picture of Killian's past adventures, and Tiffany was captivated by the stories they held. Unable to resist, she chose one journal and began to read. As she delved deeper into the pages, Tiffany felt an inexplicable connection to the tales. The words seemed to come alive, transporting her to distant lands and igniting a longing for her own adventures

Tiff gets up from her seat also giving clary a look and says “I will put the papadams in the oil now” I take a seat at the table as a boy about 9 acts something out I look at clary “who’s the rent-a-kids that desperate to make a good impression on Tiffany are we” I laugh out loud and clary looks as though he wants to kill me 5 different ways. Tiffany walks in with food in her hand to set the table. “ no they are my younger brothers Simon and James I am their sole carer after our parents died that’s why I work at the bar and had to give up my dreams of being a warrior like my parents” Esme gives her a sympathetic look “I will grab the plates. She gives Tiffany a squeeze on the shoulder as sh

“You hate me?” “Yes, I hate you.” Tiffany looked at her and said out loud, “I think you don’t work as hard as everyone else, so I don’t like that. That was why I wanted to play a prank on you. I admit that I was the one who texted Mr. Knowles, but I just wanted to create tension between you. I didn’t know the woman would undress and that the reporters would show up.” Daisie frowned but didn’t speak. She didn’t know Tiffany well enough and didn’t interact with her a lot.