Novel & Cerita Tiffany Dork Diaries

This left Merida seething and resulted in numerous arguments with Tiffany over the matter. Tiffany had moved to the campus dormitory to avoid Merida but had to move back home now that it was winter break. At the mention of Raelyn, Tiffany looked helpless. "Let's not talk about her." Even without Tiffany explicitly stating it, Jade understood that given Raelyn's arrogance, she would undoubtedly find ways to indirectly mock Tiffany. "Just focus on what you're doing now. Don't worry about anything else," Jade comforted her. Tiffany nodded and regained her spirits. "Right, I want to become a dancer. I can't give up on my dream. Dance is where I belong."

“I grew a penis and decided to wear boxers and ejaculate in them then put them on my bed, turned back to my normal woman self and screamed then proceeded to puke all over myself all because I wanted attention on me. And I did this in my room where there was no camera to capture my Oscar winning performance. You guys are nothing short of pathetic.” I smiled as I went out of ear shot, Tiffany hasn’t changed one bit in her snarky self. That was one part of her I was interested in always seeing.

I thought I got rid of that paper but I wasn't surprised, Tiffany was full of surprises. Her lips parted, but no words came out; she didn't need her to say anything. Her wide eyes said it all. She was staring at Tiffany’s paper in so much horror, and I felt her hands instantly clenching around mine, screaming,” Save me!". Tiffany smirked, savoring the silence. “Hazel’s been keeping a diary. And in it…” It pissed me off that Tiffany was enjoying every second of it and I couldn’t let that happen. “Writes about me a lot,” I cut in smoothly, grinning as every head turned my way. I threw my arm around Hazel’s shoulders and pulled her close to me ignoring the way she looked like she had just escap

Tiffany went offline after dropping the message and decided to engage in some activities until it was time. She read her books, saw movies, went to swim in the pool and chatted with her friends a few times. While she did all of that, she kept praying for time to run by fast. As just like she prayed for, it was soon 6pm. She prepared and decided to chat with her friends and ask how prepared they were. @Lady Tiff “Who is ready, because I am.” (She sent and accompanied the message with a dancing emoji.) @Queen Freya

"Tiffany. Is you a gay bitch suddenly? Why the fuck are you riding her dick so hard?" "Ew! Shut the fuck up!" Tiffany screams, crossing her arms. “I'm not a gay bitch! I'm just saying Diana's actually a decent person and the both of you just need to stay out of trouble before the cops get involved!" I ignore her and walk back to the window, leaning against the sill to blow another thick cloud of smoke out into the air. I've done a lot of things in my life, and I've done things a whole lot worse than killing a whore ass bitch who thinks she can get in the way of what I want.

Lisa dropped all pretense once they had walked far away enough, “Tiffany, you’re in love with Jackson, aren’t you?” Tiffany imitated Lisa by pushing out her breasts and sticking out her butt, then cryptically replied, “Is that any of your f*cking business? Do you live in the Pacific Ocean? Is that why you have so much space to concern yourself with these things? I thought you wanted to take a piss? Has your piss flooded your brain from holding it all in? Quit bugging me and get lost!”

Taylor's POV The orgy was really noisy, dark with heavy bass. People were all over the place, openly talking with each other with some shamelessly fucking. My eye couldn’t leave the gay couple fucking right next to me and I felt myself cock twitch in my pants. That's when I spotted Sam. He was leaning by the bar, arms crossed over a tight, black shirt that displayed the pump of a hard body. He was grinning while looking around. Our eyes met, and I walked right to him, my heart going crazy fast at that moment.

I felt like a child again, asking my mother to show me an old scrapbook -- except this time, my wishes were actually granted instead of being told that scrapbooks were silly and that no one should keep “useless old junk like that” “Can I?” I said, reaching for the box. Tiffany nodded enthusiastically and slid it closer to me. I reached in and pulled out a pile of photos, flipping through them as the smile on my face widened. There were so many pictures of Tiffany and her friends; pictures from Halloween parties where she wore matching tiger costumes with her friends, pictures of them sitting around a campfire with bottles of beer in their hands, pictures of her smiling and laughing as they g

Dear Diary, I think I've finally processed everything that happened fully and yet I still have no idea what to do. Anna won't tell me what's wrong, Rory had been extremely hot and cold, and honestly I don't even see a point in bringing the girl from the party into this. How on earth has my life turned into this mess of time in less than a week of college? Today was our final day of orientation and god was I excited for it to be over. The sexual tension between me and Rory was enough to make me wanna fuckin scream. Clearly you have no idea what I'm talking about, but you will soon enough.

I move so I’m hidden behind the closet door. “I’m in our bedroom waiting!” Dylan shouts. Tiffany enters the room, the red dot is gone, Dylan smiles and holds out his arms to her. “Come, babe! I’ve missed you so much!” Dylan says. Tiffany goes to him and I push the door closed. Tiffany turns and sees me. At first she’s annoyed. “What are you doing here?” Then she thinks a bit and smiles. “Or is it going to be a threesome? Did you not get enough the other night, Theo?”