The original book of "A diary of a Wimpy Kid".

This is the special page of books. Every week I will write the names of 7 books in here and you will comment the names of the book/books among them that you have read. This week's books are,
1] The Dragon Whisperer. Lucinda Hare.
2] My first pet dragon. Georgie Blink.
3] Scavenger : Chaos Zone. Paul Stewart, Chris Riddell.
4] The Secret Of NIMH. Robert C. O'Brien.
5] Diary Of A Wimpy Kid. Jeff Kinney.
6] Dumpling Days. Grace Lin.
7] The Gates. John Connolly.

Antonio Smith, a rich boy, gets assasinated and is reborn as a overpowered dragon with an even more overpowered soul in his head. 
Xiao Yan gets teleported to Antonio's world after being knocked out and gets found by Antonio. What's next?

Dear Diary,
Today is my birthday, my dearest diary. I celebrated my 18th birthday at a resort. And it's been a very big party. There's so much food too. I only invited Kryztal, Ashley and Azh. Mom invited my other classmates too. Well... James gave me a rose while we're dancing. 17 other boys are gave me a rose too. He  was so jealous that hewas pulled me infront the middle. Then while we're in the middle he kissed me infront of my parents. My mom and dad was so shocked when we kissed. When he suddenly kissed me I froze a  bit but I kissed him back. And my birthday cake was so good and huge and it has18 beautiful candles. As for my birthday present from James gave me a necklace with my name on it and an official light stick of BTS and the BT21 plushies, he also, gave me all the albums of BTS. Kryztal gave me a blue purse and a couple of earrings . Ashley gave me books to read, (It, Persephone's Diary full collection  and Diary  of a wimpy kid full collection). Azh gave me ring with  a blue diamond and my name at  the back of the ring. Oh I forgot  to tell you my dearest diary that I'm an ARMY and I love BTS. Well... I thinkI I need to say goodnight to you my dearest diary. I didn't know that it's already12 am , that's why I need to say goodnight. Goodnight my dearest diary.

Ellaine has diary where her secrets are written. She writes on her diary every day all about the things that happen to her at school, she also writes messages that she will say to her crush. Ellaine is nerd so the only thing she can depend on is her diary.

"Do you really need to do this? Like, is it now an essential part of your life?" Rick asked as they walked.

"I thought we've been through this, she's not going to get that hurt, just a little bit" Keith said and turned now to face Rick. "I don't even think she'll be hurt at all, she was really fiesty the other day".

"Just chill Rick, I promise this will not end terribly for you, maybe only the both of us" Max encouraged as he put an arm over his shoulder.

"You know that there's no way you guys will do something without getting me involved, or is that possible?" Rick asked back.

"Of course it is, we weren't born together, Fredrick" Keith said as he laughed.

"You're both gonna regret this, I swear" Rick said as he watched them go ahead of him and followed closely behind. 

"Any updates on that Maddie girl?" Keith asked Max. 

"Found some other information that you might find useful" 

"Give it to me" He commanded. 

"She loves reading, especially books by Jeff Kinney, she plays episode and always has lunch on Saturdays with Beth Crane" Max stated. 

"This won't be hard at all, figuring I do dabble in the wimpy kid series here and there" Keith smiled and said. 

"I'm warning you for the last time, you will hate how this is gonna end up" Rick said again and this time he left. 

IN ALGEBRA CLASS... 

Maddie took her seat and waited for the teacher to come in, Keith walked in and she sighted a diary of a wimpy kid book in his hands along with an algebra textbook and notes. She was stunned by the fact that he read the wimpy kid series, she was a little bit embarrassed to confess her love for the books in public, mainly because in high school no one reads literature. Even if they did, it would be Shakespeare or Jane Austen.

(No offence Jeff Kinney; I love The Wimpy Kid series😍)

"Is this seat open?" He asked pointing to the seat beside her. 

"No, I mean yes" She managed. 

The mere thought of Keith sitting next to her, made her shiver and it took the grace of God to look at him when he asked for an eraser. 

He said a full sentence...to my face! She thought and celebrated within her soul. 

The class went on and she couldn't concentrate while he stared at her and she too would stare sometimes. 

"Do you get it? I don't get any of it" Keith said in regard to the topic being taught. She felt glad and explained it all to him. "Thanks" He mouthed and she smiled in response. 

"Oh, by the way, you have really pretty eyes" He added. 

She blushed a little and replied "Thanks". 

She came out the class and met Beth waiting. 

"What was that all about?" Beth asked. 

"What?" 

"The smiles and stares between you and Mr hotshot over there" she replied pointing to Keith. He turned and saw them, waved a little and proceeded to leave. 

"Go say something to him" Beth said and pushed her again. She panicked and called out his name and when he turned she was dumbfounded. She quickly thought of what to say and she recalled she had seen his notebook earlier and it read: Keith E.C. Song. 

She blurted. "What's the C in your name for?". 

He faced her and smiled. "Confidential" He replied, shrugged and left. 

"Stupid, stupid, stupid girl, what's up with you Maddie?" She asked herself. 

"Yeah, you are really stupid" Beth encouraged. 

"Thanks alot bestie". 

... 
"We need to have a long hard talk about this, Keith" Rick said. 

"What is it?" 

"I'm not comfortable with the idea of you guys hurting an innocent girl" 

"Oh God, this again?" Keith asked. 

"Yes, this again" Rick said slamming the table. 

"You've never had a problem with it before, why now?" Keith asked. 

"She's never had a boyfriend and is probably hoping that she'll get one that actually makes sense and not some random selfish guy she doesn't really know but has a tiny meaningless crush on!" Rick yelled. 

"Language Rick, watch it" 

"I'm not gonna watch anything, just leave her alone and try this on someone with heartbreak experience, if you don't stop, I'm gonna tell her the idiot you really are!" Rick yelled again and this time received a punch from Keith. 

He wiped us cheek and continued talking. 

"I'm definitely going to tell her now" He assured. 

"Think about the consequences of your actions, you twat! Don't let me hate you, you of all people should know what happens to those I hate" Keith warned. 

"Don't push this farther than it can go and let that girl be!" Rick stood and left. 

... 

"Hey, what's up? Why are you here without notice?" Randy asked the woman standing at the door. 

"I really needed to talk about his college fund, our son?" She said. 

"You should have thought about that before taking reckless and foolish decisions!" 

"I've explained that I didn't do anything, why don't you believe me?" 

"That aside, I'm going to open an account for him and place the college money there, I'll open it in your name, so you can access it whenever you need to" He said and was about to close the door when she spoke again.

"How's your health?" She asked. 

"None of your business" and he slammed the door shut at her face. 

With tears in her eyes, she went to her car and sat in there. She poured out everything inside her and started the car. 

"Hold it in, Louise, hold it in" She encouraged herself and drove off. 

Randy stood at the window and watched her leave, he felt somehow sorry for her and the pain she went through after their last encounter, he pushed aside those feelings of pity and went in the house. 

He really liked to pity her but the feelings of hate crushed every kind of pity he had for her.

After church today, I took a nap and told my mom I was going to Shaggy's pool. On my way there, I saw a lizard, salamander, spider and a firefly battling themselves and they accidentally rolled onto a hot brimstone, I watched how the gas was coming out mixed with heat. All their poisons joined together and I inhaled it, I felt dizzy and as I poured water on my head I fainted. 
I woke up and saw myself in Shaggy's pool, nobody asked me what I was doing there because I am a friend to Shaggy. 
He came outside, Kim and Curl alongside Kim's best friend and Allison's follower Daniella. We all partied at the pool together, And  I exhaled what I inhaled the other time, into the water and everybody got a mouth shock. We all laughed over it and went home.

 A couple of days into summer vacation, Jeffrey   Woke me up in the middle of the night he told me I slept for the whole summer but luckily I woke up for the first day of school.
" ha playing tricks on me right? Look I'm not dumb as Greg was in diary of a wimpy kid.

Tomorrow 
Today at school, we got assigned to reading groups they don't come right out and tell you if you're into gifted group or the stupid group, but you can figure try to be by looking at the cover of the book and handouts well I'm sure glad, I was put in the gifted  group again.

Just pretty nice right? At least I'm not like some dumb kid to be put in the stupid group again. 




Please everyone it's Zamy I would love it for you to share and even like the  story thank u.

Dear Diary of a wimpy,

I'll make sure to write original cliches and not fake stories on you.

Ok, not really. I'll probably add some spices up, but that's just to make my poor diary look like a good one; so that I can look back at it and say, "Yeah, that happened".

I'll write old and new stories that happened or happens to me whenever I feel like it; since I don't have a lot of things to write about.

The main purpose of this diary is: "Practicing and Working on improving my English"; therefore, I'll write things in here arbitrarily, on the basis of random choice or personal whim, rather than any reason or system.


Signature: [Insert one here]

A poor English speaker started a diary jouranl to improve his English. Here's some random excerpts from it.


Although there weren't many true reference questions, the ones I did get I poured my energy into. "Can you tell me where books on fibro-myalgia are?" asked a girl no more than 13. "I want to help my grandmother." 
"Do you have any books on construction? I want to build a patio."
"Do you have any good recommendations for historical fiction?" These types of questions I loved the most. I loved reading recommendations, because I honestly tried to give the patron my opinion but also attempted to help them branch out of what they might normally read. The toughest customer I ever had was a little girl, no more than ten years old, wanting "a good book to read." I suggested middle school stuff, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Royal Diaries, Dear America books, Captain Underpants. None of it would do; she had either read it all or thought it would be "boring." 
"What about A Wrinkle in Time? It's fantastic!"
"What's it about?"
How does one explain the beauty and exquisiteness of A Wrinkle in Time?
"Well, it's about space…and time…and a girl who goes on an adventure to save her little brother."
"Oh, I don't like books about space, because they make me think about the sun, which is going to explode in a billion years and kill everything and everyone, so nothing really matters anyway."
Holy Shit. I didn't realize ten-year-olds could be nihilists. Kids are way smarter and much more philosophical than we give them credit for. 
I was thankful for every single day that I had a job, that I had a job in a physical place, and that I had a job that I loved. When the end of summer came, I was nervous that I would soon have to find new work. But, as divine luck would have it, the Children's librarian left to go work at another library, closer to where she lived. Although I didn't have the exact same responsibilities as the Children's librarian, there was some overlap, and Rowlett extended my contract for another month. I threw myself even more into the job, because I loved it, and wanted to show my gratitude for having hired me and keeping me well past what the original contract said. I began taking up extra duties when I didn't have to, a rarity for me. I volunteered to do Story Time once a week, and this had its own rewards. I loved leading the children in songs, reading in character voices, and making the library a fun place to be. 
True, there were times when I messed up: late one morning, slacked in putting up the "new" books on the shelves, but overall I honestly tried to be the best library assistant that I could be, because I could now see the value in it. I saw the value in working for fifteen dollars an hour in something that I loved doing, rather than sixty an hour that made me feel soulless and numb. 
All vices are powered by a feedback loop, and mine was no different if I had been planted in front of a slot machine. There was never any guarantee that I would make money on a given day, but I pulled the lever anyway. And when I hit big it was easier to keep going, to go harder, to go bigger. Pull the lever! Again. And again. And again… 
And like any addiction, I live with it every day. I face temptation to go back, to learn from every mistake I made the first time stripping and to do better, be a better, more clever, higher-earning, more ruthless exotic dancer. Whenever rent comes around or I have a particularly bad electric bill or the student-loan hand starts to close over my throat again, that little voice everyone has (because it's themselves; it's not your conscious, it's not a "good angel" and "devil" on your shoulder; it's just you) starts to whisper, "Just for one day a week…just for one weekend a month…or just say screw it and go hard…you can do it…you can always go back…" It's damn hard saying "no" to that voice every time. Every. Single. Time. 
As much shame as I have for the ways that I hurt people while I was a stripper, I still want to go back. I want to feel the excitement, the power, the thrill of using whatever skills I have to get money. We all struggle with an addiction, no matter how much money, or how good a family, or what kind of education you had, what race or gender you are: we all got something that we think we can't live without.
But the library gave me peace. Or, I found peace within myself ultimately. But the library gave me the tools to do it. Never underestimate the power of a children's book to help you learn. 
When I checked books in, I loved flipping through them, gleaning bits of information here and there, especially if they were children's books, since the information was short and sweet. They could be anything from ancient Rome to cookbooks. One such book was on helping children cope with mistakes. As I was flipping through, I noticed it had a section on "How to Make an Apology." I stopped, realizing that most people know that they should apologize for a wrongdoing, but that very few know how or what makes an apology "good." It was a four-step process and it essentially went:
1.Apologize for the thing that you did. 
2.State why it was wrong.
3.State what you will do in the future, not what you won't do.
4.State how you will make it right, or, if it can't be made right, the closest thing possible.
Tears started to fill my eyes, right there at the reference desk. It would take a while to sink in, but I realized that this was the way to rectifying what I had done to hurt people, and ultimately the way to forgive myself. I have always had a difficult time in forgiving myself; we are our biggest critics. I had always struggled with the concept of letting go. How do you let go of something that keeps reappearing in your mind, telling you what an awful, terrible person you are and how could you have done such a thing? A four-step apology may not work for everyone, but it allowed me to process what I had done, who I had hurt, and realize that I had hurt myself most of all. But most of all, I realized that forgiveness comes from within. That to let go, you need to process it first. Sometimes you need a year of solitude to fully process; sometimes that year is regaining whatever strength and courage you lost along the way. Sometimes, forgiveness can only happen once you're strong enough again. 






Ariel Slick writes original fiction including short stories, novels, and memoirs to spread the joy of imagination and creativity. She also helps clients achieve their fiction writing goals with her ghostwriting skills on Upwork.com and Guru.com. Although she has  worked as a freelancer for three years, she has been dedicated to the craft all her life. Her fiction focuses on themes of love, justice, and magic, and her most popular works include romance and fantasy romance. 

Everyone loves to watch a slow-moving train wreck. That’s what happens when Ariel, librarian, book lover, and full-time geek, decides to work as an exotic dancer. When she loses her job as a bank teller, she needs a way to earn some extra cash--and fast. Driven by curiosity--just how hard could this stripping thing be?--she decides to sign up at a local club. There’s just one thing: she doesn’t tell her boyfriend about it.

Diving into the world of exotic dancing, she has to navigate the murky moral waters of taking off her clothes for money. From wild champagne parties to private shows with high-rolling customers, she will start raking in the money...until the cost becomes too high. 


8:00 P.M. H-street Officer Colony
Shriyank was whistling a song as he was treading towards his home on the street towards his home which was the last plot on the H street.
H-Street has 6 houses built in the lane which are standard 4 BHK [1] houses along with a terrace and the lawn and the most important part as the name implies, in the officer colony mostly officer grade people lives as they were allotted the house based on their officer grad and deeper they live in the officer colony higher their post.

As Shriyank was whistling a tune, He also started mulling over the strange words Neeraj said about Nitin " Did you feel anything off about Nitin. "

As Shriyank started remembering the moments he had spent with him he only came to the conclusion that he was all brawn and if a problem arises he will use power if unable to solve then he will come to us for them help for the brain part so he didn't think much about that.

As Shriyank was pondering over Neeraj words and the evening meet he reached his home which was on plot no. 43 as there was chest size entrance gate in front with a parking space and gate after that in for the house with drawing hall kitchen bedroom and storehouse along with it and rest on the second floor.

As he entered his house he saw his mother preparing the dinner and so he said " Maa i am back."

Hearing his son's voice Anupama Singh turned back smiling replied " Beta How's your day today. " Anupama Singh is 40 years old with elegant and kindly temperament which makes the people around her always blissful, if one can see her closely then can see that she had maintained her body properly as time had not been able to leave much mark on her.

Hearing his mother's question Shriyank replied " Maa it's been tiring day. "

Hearing his son's reply Anupama asked " Only tiring ? "
Seeing his mother is making fun of him Shriyank blamingly replied " Maa that wasn't my fault you did't wake me up at the right time so I was't able to meet him."

Anupama derided and said " Why I am responsible for waking you up you are 16 years old now, you should start taking some responsibility yourself instead of shrinking responsibility and putting blame on me for your actions. "

Seeing his mother's look and words and knowing that he can't win the argument against her so Shriyank changed the topic, and said " Maa can you talk to Nitin's aunt and find out he seems to be quite off today." remembering his conversation with Neeraj

Seeing his son trying to avert the conversation Anupama didn't point out the fact just get along with him and replied " okay i will talk to her tomorrow, It's late today it's not good to disturb someone so late at night. "

Hearing his mother's words Shriyank nodded replied " Okay Maa, I will be going to my room now. Call me when dinner is ready."

As seeing that it's past 9 and the she left her dishes on the gases and came out Anupama replied " Go busy on your own, i will go make the dinner ".  and  she turned and left and went towards the kitchen.
Seeing his mother went to the Kitchen Shriyank also went towards his own room.
Entering the room Shriyank sat on his bed started to remember how he met his friend.

5 years ago during the month of March after the final examination, One day to enjoy the Spring season his mother made him go with him as the excuse of enjoying the flowers but the real reason was he had become a loner due to his ridiculing tone among the class as a result he started befriending the video games and stop going out to play also so as usual his mother bring him to park to make some friends and change his loner behavior so he was forced by his mother to go to the park.

As Shriyank was playing the in his game pad a football hit him and the game pad slipped out my hand. Seeing that the gamepand has slipped Shriyank looked for a person who did this he saw a kid around same age as him went towards the ball started dribbling as nothing had happen seeing that the other person had no intention to apologize he couldn't help but say " Hey shouldn't you apologize after hitting me ? "

After his question Shriyank saw the little kid turned to looked at him and replied  in a emotionless " You are just wimpy kid why should i apologize to you, if you want me to apologize to you then first score a goal against me here."

Seeing that the two kids bickering their guardian also came out to settle the affairs and this is how Anupama Singh and Renuka Kumar became friends as they were both born from high class society so they weren't able to mesh with the people here so they become friends as how it was later part of the story.

As the two ladies came they both started to berate their child and asked them apologize in one hand due to fear of his mother being angry Shriyank simply go ahead and apologized as for Nitin he only replied " Score a goal against me first, i won't apologize to a wimpy kid like you."

Hearing Nitin words Renuka start apologizing as for Shriyank seeing the disdain in his voice he riled up and said " Let's go I will show you i am not a wimpy kid "

Nitin only glanced at him and said "Let's go"
 Seeing the two behave like this both ladies glance at each other smiling in gratitude.

As for the result of the match is important, if you think it's important and want to know the results then surely it will be important so all you have to do is to keep up with the story and you will be able to find the answer.




[1] BHK - BHK stands for bathroom hall and kitchen

Well I am back to writing the novel
first, I will edit the previous chapter then start updating the new one


the story of a boy who lost everything for the love that was an illusion.
will this illusion ruin him? or make him something why does this illusion exist?
why did the love leave him?
there are many why here as to know the answer of the why you have to get this story

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Verity and lie are two sides of the coin.
There is always something hidden in the truth
and Something invisible in every lie
we just need to discern both sides
before arriving at a judgment 
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 hey guys this is my first story so I don't how will it be so please be patient and read it and sorry for the grammar and poor English

This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, stories, or events are fictions !!!

Discord channel:- https://discord.gg/55fwKb

The chapter update would be around 2-3 a month if got the chance maybe more

"Apa yang kau nak cakap?".Tanya Amirul.

"Aku terhutang budi sangat dengan kau..".

"Lagi! Lagi!".Amirul terlalu gembira sehingga mencelah ayat Zara.

"Sebab kau selalu tolong aku, kadang-kadang selalu belanja aku ais krim.. Buku THE DIARY OF WIMPY KID.. hehehe.. Barulah sweet". Zara berterus terang.

"Sweet eh? Okay.. Apa beza awak dengan madu?". Tanya Amirul.

"Madu? Entahlah.. Saya malas nak tahu". Kata Zara.

"Madu tu kalau kita makan kan manis.. Tapi kalau saya tengok awak satu kali, bersamaan dengan 10 kali suapan madu kita makan". Pang... Sweet nya pickupline diaa..

"Hahahaha.. Ye ye latu.. Biasa je..".Zara mengaku.

"Hek eleh.. Kata-kata suami selalunya benar". Kata Amirul.

Suami apa lak ni?! Haih... Hafiz bagi tektik ni ke? 

"Dah siap pun istana kita.. Kau nak letak nama apa?".Tanya Zara.

"Istana Kau dan Aku". Amirul memberi cadangan.

"Hahahaha...Ok-ok..". Zara tergelak.

"Jomlah balik.. Dah nak maghrib ni". Kata Kak Yana. Nampak macam dah baik dengan Akim. Wahh.. Tektik Hafiz menjadi jugak eh

              ___________________

"Fuh... Mengantuknyaa.. Esok balik KL, boringnya... Nanti terindu Zarith pulak..Hiks". Kata Zara.

"Ha? Rindu Zarith? But why, Zara? Huhuhu.. Sedihnya...". Amirul pura-pura sedih.

"Alololo.. Kesiannya... Eh dia ni! Ingat aku tak tahu kau pura-pura?". Zara menjeling.

"Eleh gurau je..". Amirul mengusap kepala Zara.

"Asal kau suka usap kepala aku eh?".Tanya Zara.

"Sebab bagi otak kau tu lembut je bila nak try kat aku".Kata Amirul.

"Haah.. Memang aku nak sangat kat kau?!". Zara 

"Memang ah..".Selamba Amirul.

"Mehh... Jom aku nak makan lah... Lapar deh". Kata Zara.

"Okay..".Amirul bangun dari tempat duduknya.

Pedepek! (Bunyi hentakan pintu)

"Aduh...". Zara memegang dahinya. Masa Zara nak keluar, dia terhantuk kepalanya dengan kuat sekali. Lutut Zara lemah longlai.. Macam nak jatuh.

"Masyaallah...Zara!". Amirul sempat menangkapnya.

"Auch...".Zara masih memegang dahinya. Mereka jatuh terduduk.

"Ok tak ni?".Tanya Amirul.

"Ok..Tapi rasa macam....".

"Kau jangan cakap aku ni siapa eh?".

"Eh... Aku kenal.. Nama kau Tuan Amirul Mikael..".

"Meh la.. Aku letak ubat kat dahi kau dulu". Amirul mengangkat Zara lalu meletaknya diatas katil.Amirul bergegas keluar untuk mengambil ubat yang perlu.

"Haraplah aku ni tak lupa ingatan.. Menyusahkanlah kau ni Zara!". Zara mengetuk kepalanya.

Tengku Zara Arianaa/Zara pernah digelar sebagai "Wanita pujaan hati" kerana paras rupanya, adabnya terhadap orang lebih tua dan juga mudah menarik perhatian ramai lelaki walaupun Zara masih 13 tahun. Murid contoh di sekolah. (13 tahun) 

Tuan Amirul Mikael/Amirul pula digelar sebagai "Lelaki Idaman" kerana paras rupanya juga.. Tidak kira dimana dia berada, perempuan mesti tertarik akan penampilannya. Adabnya pun OK. Agak mengejutkan juga sebab dia ni jenis yang tak suka bercinta waktu sekolah.. Amat tegas orangnya, tetapi manja dan penyayang (pencinta kucing) and tak pernah fall in love pada seseorang pun kerana kejadian yang pernah berlaku. (14 tahun) 

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Zara terfikir jika dia telah 'ter'jatuh hati pada Amirul.. tapi dia hanya mendiamkan diri sehingga dia bersuara. 

Amirul sejak sekian lama memendamkan perasaan terhadap Zara, dia terpaksa meluahkan segalanya.. segala isi hatinya kepada Zara. 

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Semestinya, mereka berdua meluahkan perasaan yang sama pada akhirnya. 

Adakah Si Heroin betul-betul meluahkan perasaan yang sama? ataupun perasaan yang menyakitkan hati Si Hero? 

*Selamat membaca!*❤

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