Dear Dolly Novels & Stories

asked Zhen Claus stayed silent " Do you wanna know where your mate is? you have no right of knowing tho because you don't deserve it Claus, you don't deserve her" said Deon " DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME I DON'T DESERVE TO KNOW WHERE MY MATE IS, SHE'S MY MATE!" CLaus was getting more angry the longer he didn't see Celea " SHE'S DEAD!" exclaimed Zhen " she's dead Claus" repeated Zhen more calmly this time Claus than fell to his knees

"Calvin is in a league of his own, honestly. He's fooling around with his mistress while his wife lies beside him. Talk about bravado." I stiffened. What did all those comments mean? Who was "Deedee"? Did they mean Dorothy? Then I remembered—Dorothy Sanders, the new intern at Calvin's company. She came by the house twice. She was slender and soft-spoken. I thought she was a well-behaved young woman. But what did she have to do with this silicone doll? More comments poured across my vision. "Laura's still in the dark. Poor thing. Her husband and his mistress are fooling around right next to her, and she still doesn't know!"

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.

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.

Once the room fell silent, Dolly wiped her face and continued angrily, “Evelyn, listen to me. You’ve been entangled with Julian for seven years—seven whole years! You’ve made a mess of things, but he doesn’t love you. He doesn’t even respect you or the White family. “The world is so big, why hang yourself on this one tree? Today it's threatening to jump, what's next? Slitting your wrists tomorrow? None of this affects him—he stopped believing you a long time ago.” She paused, glaring at me with frustration. “Evelyn, you’re rich and gorgeous. Why are you such a hopeless romantic?” Finally finding an opening to speak, I asked, “Dolly, who is Julian Moore? I don’t remember him.” Dolly froze for

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?"

My moan came out as shaky. It had been days since I had been last touched. And it was nothing. Just a few days. A few days was nothing. But that was to the previous Daisy. This Daisy now, was one, addicted stupidly to her daddies, wanting a taste of them every now and then so a few days was not nothing. "Daddy" I moaned softly, feeling the wetness of my pussy. I rubbed gently on my pussy entrance at the same time I rubbed on my nipples.

“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

She was Dorothy's mother. Olivia took a wary step back. "Mrs. Ellis, long time no see." Mrs. Ellis' expression changed slightly at this appellation. "Liv, why are you making yourself a stranger? We..." "I don't seem to be close with you. Technically speaking, the Larson family is your savior, but you don't seem to think of us that way." "Liv, what are you saying? You and Dolly..." With that said, Mrs. Ellis stopped, fell on her knees, and began crying. "Liv, please let Dolly go. She's dying."