Romans & histoires Dork Diaries 2

Or had Mom used some other method to control me, something the doctors couldn’t detect? Dad and I racked our brains, thinking of every possibility, only for each one to be rejected by the court. The netizens had already lost patience. They shouted for both Dad and me to be prosecuted, to end this farce. I was trembling all over from nervousness. Dad held my hands tightly, calm and steady, as he took out another USB drive. “Before you prosecute us, I’d like everyone to take a look at what’s inside this USB drive. “The other things were nothing. The video in this one shows Matilda’s mother at her worst!”

She would hire the best doctors to heal my physical and mental wounds. We could have a fresh start. We could even have our own child. A faint smile stretched across Diana's lips as she got lost in her thoughts. However, her gaze still fell on the motionless corpse in the middle of the pool of blood. I was dead. My life had seeped out from my body, turning into a pool of blackened blood. Suddenly, Diana recalled the question that I had asked her earlier. "Didn't you tell me… that no one will ever hurt me again when I'm here?"

I asked quietly, watching her fumble with the zipper of her dress. “C’mon,” she slurred, laughing softly. “Help me.” I carried the laptop and placed it on the bedside table, making sure the screen faced away. I stood and moved closer, unzipping her dress carefully. “You are so sexy up close,” she said, words dragging as she smiled up at me. “Serena,” I said flatly. “Please.” She kept talking anyway, words tumbling out without direction. “You know what,” she continued as I finally got the dress off her body.

I moved my hair aside, showing him my neck. “Look at this,” I whispered. “You gave me a hickey. They’re going to see it at school… I don’t even know what to do.” Darius just looked at it for a moment, moving my hair more, his gaze lingering on the hickey. “You think they’re going to notice?” he asked. I turned to him. “Yes! Can’t you see? It’s so obvious.” He raised an eyebrow. I sighed and pulled at the upper buttons of my top, revealing the hickey on my lower chest as well. “Look, I have one here too.”

Annie has shut her out and they wanted her to have a taste of her own medicine. Plus Annie had a way of noticing things. And Malison couldn’t risk being seen right now. She sat cross-legged on the empty classroom floor, laptop balanced on her knees, the cursor blinking on a fresh document she had titled: "Fragments of Something I'm Not." It was supposed to be fiction. A story. Something vague and poetic about a girl who kissed another girl and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Malison told herself it was just a creative outlet. A thought experiment.

Ayanna walked out, then quickly came back with a few mean girls who were notorious for not respecting teachers. On a piece of paper, I hurriedly wrote down, "I didn't seduce Dorian. Ever since you two got together, I've been keeping my distance. Whether you love or hate each other, I have no interest. Stop bothering me." Ayanna tore the paper in half and turned to the other students sitting around in the classroom. "The biology teacher mentioned something today," she started. "He said that if someone doesn't use a body part for a long time, the organ will atrophy. Does anyone want to see whether the mute girl's tongue has atrophied?"

After removing her panty Dian starts doing her thing to remove all the hair. After washing off the remaining hair follicles and now drying off Rebecca’s now cleanly shaved pussy, Dian Rubbed her fingertips on the lips to show how smooth they are, this was driving Rebecca crazy and her newly shaved pussy was not afraid to show it, Dian suddenly noticed her friend was getting aroused. “Rebecca do you know that you have a very lovely pussy? '' Says Dian while wiping the sexual residue Rebecca’s body was producing. Rebecca looks down at her very sexy friend who was kind enough to go on her knees to help, while her body was being torn up on the inside with conflicting emotions. Dian places her fi

Clara didn't know anything about her except her name and it was fine with Madeline. “I know that you...have ways of aborting your pregnancies?” Madeline cleared her throat as the shame continued to consume her. Clara didn't say but did look at her more closely before a smile appeared on her lips. “Are you pregnant?” She didn't need to ask but did anyways. She wanted to see the grim look on Madeline's face. “So even the most bright and focused student is sleeping around, who would have thought?” Clara chuckled while Madeline kept her eyes glued to the floor. If only she had been very careful, she wouldn't have seen this day when her character was already being questioned by some hippy like Cl

He scratches the back of his head. “This is fine, though.” Joshua says and I look at him in disbelief. He notices my gaze and shrugs. “What?” “Remind me to give you both a lesson on tidiness later.” I mutter and step into the room. Every time I step on something on the floor—either its a magazine, or a chips wrapper that’s making a crunching sound beneath my feet. I rummage through Drake's cluttered room, my eyes scanning the chaotic landscape of clothes, books, and junk. The watch, a small, black device, is the key to finding Dory. I believe in my son’s capabilities and I have to find it.

Make you come untouched. I whimpered, hand moving faster. Me: Yes. Fuck yes. Me: Want your cum inside me. Want to feel it leaking out. Dorian: You’ll get it. Every drop. Dorian: Come for me now, baby. Imagine me filling you up. I shoved my face into the pillow and came hard, shaking, biting fabric to stay quiet. My whole body buzzed. Me: Holy crap. Wrecked. Dorian: Good boy. Dorian: Clean up. Drink some water. Try to sleep.