Novel & Cerita Dear Dolly

It was a friend of her mother calling. Mrs. Stanley. Irene picked the call immediately. "Hello, Mrs. Stanley. Is my mum with you there? I have been..." "Listen to me, Ire..." "Please give the phone to my mum" Irene's anxiety would not let her listen. "Irene!" Mrs. Stanley called in a loud and stern voice. "Listen to me, your mum. She is dead. Devine's men found out that she is involved in Lorden. She has been killed already and you..."

>>> THIRD PERSON POV <<< The door opened swiftly and the ladies stopped fighting, it was Hidalgo and his best friend! Hidalgo stood at the door with his expressionless face and his hands tucked inside his pockets, some of the securities were standing behind his back. "What the hell is going on here?" Duncan muttered to Hidalgo, his pupils grew as he watched the feral-looking ladies in the office. Poppy who saw Duncan began to spruce herself up properly and arrange her hair. She loves him and doesn't want him to lose interest in her.

She knew that the contract with Jack would end, that they would return to strangers again, but she did not expect the day to come so quickly… Naomi's eyes quickly turned red, she held back her tears and hugged herself, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the doll she had thought about. Even the back of the doll is so indifferent… Naomi sniffed uncomfortably, reached out, and fished out the little doll, holding it in the palm of her hand. Looking at the doll with the exact same expression as Mister Daddy looked at her, Naomi pursed her lips. The past events she experienced with Mister Daddy rushed through her mind like a tide. 'I thought I learned how to say goodbye, but

Thinking about Hayes's sharp, cutting remark, she couldn't help but mutter indignantly, "What on earth did he mean by that? Who's fickle? He makes it sound like I'm some sort of player." She completely missed the actual implication of his words. Theo looked up at her suspiciously, but wisely chose to say nothing. --- Eight o'clock that evening. Eleanor had just finished tidying up the living room when the doorbell rang. She paused, slightly puzzled. "It's Dad! It must be Dad!"

The place where we became a real family in every way that mattered. “Yes,” I whisper. “I want to go.” Three days later we land on the island. The private villa is exactly as I remember, open to the ocean, filled with soft light and the sound of the waves. The staff have prepared everything in advance. Fresh flowers. Light meals that will not upset my stomach. The large bed dressed in white linens that smell of salt and sun.

"The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be the only beginning." -Ivy Baker Priest- *** When she arrived, she walked into the building and was greeted by the receptionist. The man was asking her who she was looking for and she told him she was called by Damian Heart. The receptionist recognized the name and he told her to wait for a moment as he was making a call upstairs.

she choked on the dryness of her throat. “Here Dellie,” her mother’s voice caught her ear, and she looked to her mother who was holding a paper cup and a bent straw. “You gave us all a good scare. It’s a damn good thing Furio was trying to get to you at the restaurant to see you and found you. I cannot imagine what we would do if we lost you, Delfina. We only just got you back.” She sucked the cool liquid through the straw and gave a moan of pleasure as it coated her throat. “So thirsty.” She met the eyes of all the people in the room and was surprised to see how many there were.

Standing there with wide smiles on their faces were mom, dad, Liam, kelly, and Lilly. Was I dreaming again? I could hardly tell when I was dreaming these days. They are dead. They all dead. How are they standing in front of me? "Well someone isn't happy to see us" mom always said that "She probably woke up from the wrong side of the bed" kelly joked. Typically kelly says that. What is going on? My head starts spinning and soon I found myself on the floor, all of them rushing towards me. "No, don't touch me" I backed away fast, "you not real" I whispered to myself. Wake up Martha! Please wake up. Tears well up in my eyes.

Dressed in an off-shoulder red gown that clung to her like a second skin, her hair swept up in curls, her smile sparkling with the exact amount of sugar and arsenic. “Barbie!” she said, her voice loud and warm. “You came! You look... stunning.” I could feel eyes on me as I smiled back. “Thanks. You too. You don't look bad yourself " “And Dolly! I’m so glad you could make it.” Dolly gave a nod that said, "what, you thought I'd get hit by a bus?" "no, I'm just glad you're here" She smiled. Zoe looped her arm through mine. “Come, come, there’s someone I want you to see.”

"She brought out these love letters at Grace's birthday party. Is she trying to provoke her?" "They're 20 years apart. This is practically incest. Charlotte has no shame!" "She's been trying to crawl into the Alpha King's bed since she was a kid by using her father's connections." "Poor Grace..." The chattering was so loud it drowned out the music. On the dance floor, Grace definitely heard what people were saying. She looked up at the images on the big screen, and her face went deathly pale. She trembled from head to toe, tears flooding her eyes.