Aphmau Dottie Novels & Stories

Really bad idea. She was running out of ideas when she suddenly recalled something she saw not too long ago. There was this episode of Doremon where it was mentioned about forest spirit and she was foolish enough to believe it was true. The girl dropped on her knees and folded her hands; closing her eyes she started talking to the unknown, “Dearest forest spirit, I am sorry I trespassed but Little Bee is innocent, she didn’t mean to do it. Can you please send me back home... I am not even 16 yet, there are two more months to go. Please be merciful and let me go, I swear I won’t ever come back to mess around...”

Madeline quickly approached her with wide arms and exclaimed, “Dottie, we missed you!” The woman let go of a flustered Taide, then embraced Madeline as she said, “Not possibly near half as much as I missed all of you,” She smooched their cheeks together and hugged her tightly. I watched as they hugged, my chest tightening. This woman was clearly someone special to them. I felt like an outsider, watching a reunion I had no part in. Then Caeson walked by me, towards the woman I understood was named Dot—or Dottie—and while she didn’t immediately reach for him the way she did with the others, something in her eyes softened the moment she looked at him.

His eyes land on me again and I swear I see murder there. “Sure thing lover boy, everyone knows that's a myth. Go take your boyfriend and daydream elsewhere,” she dismisses. “And fix this damn door!” she adds coming to stand by my side. “What’s The Spark?” I croak out. “Forget about that for now, we are starting you with the basics, not myths,” she smiles, holding out her hand for me. I take it and let her pull me to my feet. “I’m Dorothy, but everyone calls me Dot. Mr Collins asked me to be your guide, tutor and bestie,” she announces with a salute. “Okay, you caught me, I lied about the besties part but we are going to be besties, I just feel it,” she almost squeals. I'm a little taken aba

Dottie yelled. I took my eyes away from the door as quickly as I could, and returned to making Principal Walter's tea. It was Miss Ellen. Why was she here anyways? "What's for breakfast, Dottie?" She asked. "Pass the salt, Ellen. We've got some cooking to do." Dottie informed, as Ellen cooed in support. "Is that you, Devan?" Miss Ellen buzzed tying an apron to her chest. "You show no respect for your teacher, eh?" Ms. Dottie yelled while pounding furiously at the dough.

Danny POV I sat in my office I had not been able to track down Dottie and by all accounts she had fled the town. She did not return to her job in the coffee shop and her employee file there was thin as he paid her cash he had nothing but an in case of emergency number that Anthony was now working on. With no surname it was insane to try track her in the local colleges or doctors office. Bane was in really bad form and he was driving me insane since I slept with Dottie he had taken some stupid wolfy claim on her. He was so mad and agitated that I couldn't now find her.

"I'll take you up on the water, now, Mitch." Mitch rolled his chair over to a small fridge in the corner and retrieved a cold bottle. He handed it to Joe. "I questioned Dottie in the hospital after she was whacked on the head. When I asked who hit her, she said, 'It sure wasn't my husband,' and we, or I, assumed Damien was her husband, and Parker hit her. But now I wonder if she isn't the lead manipulator in all this, and her being struck down was an act as well. Damien could have easily knocked her out and then he left with Parker, leaving Dottie for me to find. It would explain why she was so hostile to me, another deputy." Ronnie crossed her legs and straightened her back, glancing betwee

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“We haven’t officially met. I’m Quinn Rothschild. And you’re Kimberly Mason, correct?” Kimberly stares at my hand before her eyes ping-pong between it and Dante. “You know me?” she asks in a hoarse whisper. “We’ll just say I know of your oral skills,” I snark. “Quinn, it’s not what you think—” Dante starts.

She always seemed to know when to talk, when to listen, and when to just offer support with her presence. My head rolled toward my mom's best friend who turned to me. Soulful, blue eyes searched my face, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a gentle offering of love. Dottie was a beautiful woman in her mid-seventies, but she'd been exotic and stunning in her youth. I'd seen pictures of her with her late husband and vaguely remembered her arriving at our house when I was a child looking the way she had in the framed memories that scattered the living room we now shared. Dressed to the nines with her makeup flawlessly done, hair tightly wound into a French twist, and heels I'd never be ab