Dear Dolly Novels & Stories

Then she took her designer handbag and left. Dolly didn’t know how she went back to her cell. She threw herself on her bed with tears streaming down her face. One of her friends approached her and asked, “What happened, Dolly? Is your father alright?” Dolly wiped her tears and replied, “My father is seriously ill, and I don’t know what to do.” Her friend hugged her tightly and replied, “Let’s pray and ask the Lord to heal your father, Dolly.” Then they held each other’s hands and prayed.

“I want to see Dolly. It’s urgent, family business.” He narrowed his eyes at me, and then smiled coyly. “If you create a scene I can’t guarantee that someone ..gentle would throw you out this time. If you know what I mean. She’s up in her office.” I ignored his sassy comment and walked towards hell. Dolly was a woman who liked to think of herself high and sophisticated. With short blonde hair and a faux long jacket, she looked like a washed out older wannabe version of Marilyn Monroe. I met her on a call leaning back on her oversized arm chair, a cigarette in between her chipped red painted nails. I waited until she was done and dropped the receiver on the telephone.

Doctor Oliver gave Dolly a shot to put her to sleep. Dolly sleeps all night before waking up the next morning. Dolly was heavily sedated. Gloria asked Doctor Oliver why he had sedated her so much to let her sleep. Why did he just give her a shot to relax? Gloria felt that Doctor Oliver had overmedicated Dolly. Gloria was fired on the spot for questioning the doctor and expressing her concern about Dolly. Gloria explained that she did not know that Dolly's baby had been kidnapped. Gloria was afraid to supply more information. She stopped talking. Russell left her his card and asked her to call if she remembered more information.

There was something about her that got under my skin and refused to leave. For weeks, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Then Anna, a childhood friend who worked at the club, told me something that nearly knocked the air out of my lungs. Dolly was Ashley. She even showed me a picture of her real face, which was against club rules. Anna had mentioned before that Ashley was desperate to go to college. Apparently, she talked about it all the time with a friend named Gigi. The moment I found out who Dolly really was, everything clicked into place.

As soon as I opened the door, I nearly jumped out of my skin—Dolly was hiding inside. "What are you doing here?!" She hopped off my bed, eyes sparkling with curiosity as she circled me like a detective. Then, to my horror, she actually sniffed me. I frowned and asked, "What are you smelling?" Dolly grinned mischievously. "You kissed, didn’t you?" I practically jumped three feet in the air. "No! I didn’t! Stop making things up!" Dolly’s grin grew even more mischievous. "I can smell it—there’s a cologne scent on you that definitely isn’t yours. A men’s fragrance. Hehehe..."

I wanted him to see what he'd done. I took a deep breath and threw open the door. But when I saw who was outside, the doll fell from my hands. "It's you guys." "Ma'am, we're here to take your daughter," one of the doctors said gently, giving me a nod of sympathy. Several nurses then rushed inside. "What? No, please, just give me a few more minutes." I turned toward Molly, my voice cracking with grief. "She looks like she's only sleeping. Can't you see?"

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

He retrieved a tissue in disgust and wiped the hand that had just caught Olivia's tears. Then he threw the tissue at her and ordered condescendingly. "Get ready. Dolly's moving in tomorrow." Olivia's clenched hands suddenly relaxed as her body slumped to the floor. 'Dorothy's coming? 'What'll she do here?' "Dolly's in poor health. She had a miscarriage and was injured. She's also mentally unstable and might kill herself at any moment. I'll bring her here so you can take good care of her. I will come home every day."

I keep the kids occupied while she asks Bronx his pre-organized questions and even makes his cheeks turn pink. “Alright everyone, the moment you’ve been waiting for!” Dolly announces. She turns in her seat toward the screen with a huge grin. I see Bronx turn to look, but I can’t bring myself to do the same. I look at my reflection in Maya’s patent leather shoes and feel my face growing hot as the crowd gasps and awes at the photos slowly scrolling across the screen. “Kas, these photos are gorgeous!” Dolly swoons. “What’s wrong, sweetie? Don’t you want to see?”

she replied boringly. “I did not say anything,” Noor defended and turned around to see who did and her eyes popped out in shock. Standing at the door was none other the youngest child of the Ambrose family: Kelly Ambrose. She was even looking better in person than in pictures. “Holy Molly! Kelly Ambrose!” she stood up to greet her. “Hello, you must Maya’s best friend till death?” Kelly smiled at her shaking her hand. “Even after death Maya will always be my friend.”