Novel & Cerita Tiffany Dork Diaries

Emily snapped as she walked by, dropping another dish. "Come on, Emily. She’s just being nice. Lighten up," the first maid said, rolling her eyes. Emily scoffed and walked away. "She’s always moody around new people," the maid told Dorothy. "Thank you. May I know your name?" Dorothy asked. "I’m Tiffany. I’d love to chat, but I have work to do. I don’t want Emily to find a reason to scold me," Tiffany said before leaving. Dorothy smiled, grabbed a plate, and began eating. It was the first time in a long while she’d tasted food so rich in spices and protein. She ate until she couldn’t anymore, then carried her plate to the kitchen.

"Tiffany, did you take them out to play again? I told you in the morning..." Little Mr. Forger blah blah blah started speaking, but then he realized that his dad was on his knees on the grass and his object of annoyance was tucked in his arms. "Dad, why are you here?" "Son, aren't you supposed to be at school?" Chris Desmond asked in return. Tiffany was supposed to be at school, but her mood hadn't been good these past few days, so she asked for a few days off. "Tiffany, what are you doing if you're not going to school?" Little Mr. Forger pouted, looking at the Xu dogs playing on the grass. He whistled, and the dogs immediately turned and ran back to him.

Seems we would get our time together after all, as Tate gently lowered himself down to kiss me once more… -------------------- Dear Diary… I swear Azaria is one horny wolf! Though as soon as Tate touched me I was not going to stop him, I think he could do anything to me. His touch gave me goosebumps. Shivers. Butterflies. The whole lot. Wow. He is amazing. I could get lost looking into them dark eyes of his.

- she wondered. Tiffany paused and smiled bitterly. “I was jealous of you,” she admitted. “And even now, I don’t understand why Professor Davis tried so hard to protect you. At the time, I did a series of things in an attempt to discern the truth. Now that I think about what I did, I realize how stupid they were, and I feel embarrassed. Not only that, but they have been eating at my conscience. That’s why I asked you out today so that I could explain what happened and apologize, and hopefully clear the air between us. After all, we will see each other at school every day, and I don’t want it to be uncomfortable.”

UNKNOWN POV DEAR DIARY, She grows beautiful each and every passing day. It was just yesterday she was a child, and now she has tits and curves in all the right places. I stare at her through this broken mirror, I see her every step, her every move… I feel pain when she’s happy, and I relish in the joy her sadness brings me. She is mine, Diary. Mineee! Oh, it won’t be long now…

I kept it back in the drawer and closed it before leaving the room. As I walked toward the sitting room, I heard chuckles. "Common Gladys, I'm serious." Tiffany held her phone up and was smiling at her screen. She was on a face time with that bitch, Gladys. I swallowed hard and tried to brush it off when I heard a boy's voice and paused. "Gladys is right," the guy said. "You look hot." My eyes quickly went to the dress she was wearing. I hated when anyone else saw Tiffany as hot.

said Hera. The friend's eyes widened as she looked at her. "Woah! Really? Are you going to dance?" Her an unbelievable question. She simply nodded. "Hi, I'm Tiffany and I just want to tell you that this friend of mine has a lot of moss in the brain so it doesn't work very well" Tiffany's statement to France. The latter just smiled. Tiffany seemed to understand what she said but she just sniffed because her brain didn't have any moss. "What's mossy?" She asked her friend with a snout.

she said, pointing a finger at me as her minions snickered. “Watch your tongue!” Moxie growled, losing her temper. “Are you any better? Weren’t you every guy’s dumping hole in high school?” “Shut your mouth, lousy freak!” Tiffany shot back. “If I was a dumping hole, what is she?” she said, pointing at me again. “A cheap prostitute. She couldn’t even hide her promiscuity from the public. How shameless can you be, Maya? You’re disgusting.” My heart raced with every word Tiffany said. It had to be something they’d seen, but I wasn’t sure.

"Targeting Tiffany will be easy, Sebastian. She's also a spoiled brat, and as far as I know, she studied medicine. Just like Brittany, she's a spoiled brat." "Well, I expected that. I know the children of the Davis couple are all spoiled brats," he said. I grinned. "Not only that, Sebastian. Despite their wealth, they're also gold-diggers and social climbers. And Tiffany is one of them." "What can we use against Tiffany? What dark secret of hers can we use against her?" My grin deepened. "Tiffany has lesbian relationships to sustain her luxury lifestyle and her wants. And that's what we'll use against her. Who would have thought that the young, spoiled brat and socialite Tiffany Davis has a

I choke on the last words, but before I could swallow the lump in my throat, it rolls out of the corner of my eyes and floods my cheeks. Tiffany stands and walks over to where I'm sitting. She wraps one arm around my shoulder and smooths my hair with the other while whispering reassuring words. "Everything will be okay, I promise." We stay wrapped together for a while before breaking apart and Tiffany returning to her seat. "What are we doing talking about boring college stuff?" Let's talk about... boys." Her lips curve into a mischievous smile. "Or in your case, men." Tiffany winks at me before folding her arms across her chest and relaxing in her seat to listen to gossip.