Dolly Parton Dead Novels & Stories

I don't like going in to places like that but it has been a long time since I have had a milkshake. I try not to look at the people eating. I look at the cashier. At first I can't believe it. I rub my eyes just to be sure that I am not seeing things. It is her, standing there smiling, my Delilah. But how can it be? She's dead isn't she? The only difference is the girl standing in front of me has blue eyes. Other than that she looks exactly like my love. "Next," she calls out, a smile plastered on her face. I can't get myself to move let alone say anything.

He inserted his dick into me and began to move fast and rough movements. When he did what he wanted, he left me motionless on the floor. "Hope you die slowly and painfully, bitch." he said and spat at me. The only thing I could see was that his partner Michael was standing up. Apparently the wound was only superficial. "Tom .." "Come on, Mike, let's get out of here. This bitch is dead anyway," he looked at me, knowing I was on the verge of death. They left me to die alone and helpless in that shack. He killed my husband in front of me. I stood there for hours, praying to die.

“The celebration banquet is about to start. This isn’t the time for tantrums. I may not have brought Sylvia down yet, but I’ve already convinced her to give back your managerial position. Just wait a little longer. I’ll get justice for you and Dolly sooner or later. “I’ve already sent a driver to the hospital to pick Dolly up. You should come back too—” Before he could finish, I cut him off coldly, “I’m not going back, and you won’t be picking up Dolly either.” He asked, confused, “What do you mean?” The next second, the driver who had gone to the hospital rushed back in a panic. “Bad news, Mr. Shaw. The hospital said Miss Dolly passed away the day before yesterday. Miss Jade has already bou

"Flora, stop putting on this pathetic act in front of me. Do you think pretending to be dead will work? Let me tell you—" She pulled, but the body didn't move at all. She froze stiffly mid-motion. "Please sign, Ms. Saddler. This is indeed her. We've already conducted a DNA test to confirm it. There's no mistake. After she fell from the stage, her spine was shattered. Normally, that alone wouldn't have caused her death." He hesitated and paused for a few seconds before adding, "However, her body was wrecked. As you've seen, she had too many injuries. The complications that arose out of her injury this time took a life within a short time.

“He left you nothing, Valerie,” my aunt said. “You weren’t even mentioned in the will.” The rain was pouring down, soaking my new apron and uniform, my blonde hair hanging heavy against my cheeks. But I didn’t care. I barely noticed. I stood motionless, letting the rain claim me. My phone was pressed to my ear, listening to my aunt’s voice carve away the last thread I had to my family. "You don’t have to come to the funeral," my aunt’s voice had said, flat and emotionless. "I think it will be… better this way."

I lay in bed, thinking about the afternoon with Dolly and Kenny. The four of us enjoyed a lovely afternoon with Dolly and Kenny. They told us some embarrassing stories about Jackson and Martin, much to their dismay, but I could tell the guys loved them a lot, and the old couple treated them like grandchildren. Dolly told us that they had a daughter, but she died in a car accident when she was in her early twenties, and the man she was seeing took their only granddaughter away from them. They didn't approve of the man since he was always using drugs.

she mumbles, eyes avoiding mine. I lean forward, arms braced on the table. “No? You should’ve. You owe me answers.” Her head finally lifts, and there’s something in her face—guilt, maybe, or shame. I don’t care anymore. “I don’t have much time,” I snap. “So don’t start with games. I dug into your past.” She tenses. “I know your ex didn’t leave you, Dolly. He didn’t just vanish. He died. And you… you were the last person seen with him.”

On that day, Mom lay over me and cried bitterly. The nurse took pity on her and tried to comfort her. No one suspected that they were the ones who had killed me, bloodlessly. To the outsiders, they were such a good family. It was only after I died that I finally got the love and care that I'd wished for my whole life. "What does Yvette like to eat?" Dad asked blankly. There was a pile of snacks beside my urn, the kind that they never allowed me to eat when I was alive. There was also a lot of delicious food, including Yvonne's favorite shrimp cocktail.

And now as I sit in the living room with Lane, my dog; Riri and my mom are trying to convince me to go for a party hosted by our very own Billionaire Lane. Cariño and I hadn't really talked to each other this past week. We talked every day and checked up on each other, but I can say that it isn't us and we were still off but trying to communicate and see how the issue can be resolved. I on the other hand swore that I was never going for a party ever again, especially one that had Sabrina in it or the whole Scandal in fact. But this was going to be Cariño's first official party since I've known him, and it would be bad to miss it.

“Olivia, where is your mother now?” Olivia’s fingers went rigid on the coat hem. The loose thread hung motionless. Her lips parted then clamped shut again. She shifted her tongue inside her mouth and swallowed hard, her Adam’s apple bobbing once. “She’s dead.” Her voice blared three times louder through the mic, echoes reverberating across the dome before fading slowly into silence. “Last winter. She fell ill with lung cancer. She couldn’t afford medical treatment. She only checked into the hospital once she could no longer endure the pain, but it was already far too late.”