Dolores Characters Novels & Stories

They walk out leaving Emilio fuming in anger, just then Dolores said to him, “Your reaction is a bit exaggerated, Emilio. She is the one who understands what’s best.” Slightly, Emilio began to pay less attention to his anger and more to being interested. There was a far-off look in Dolores’s eyes. “Finally, I have met a person as special as she was. It feels like she is almost a mirror image of someone who was an enemy.” Emilio looked interested as his eyes narrowed. "Who?" His voice was low as he asked the question. However, Dolores shook her head, and her face looked enigmatic. “A person who lived in the past.”

"That's what I'm wondering about. What's the grand scheme for this time? Playing crazy to get a nice psych ward gig instead of jail time? You've got this whole thing down of 'off-the-wall', I'll give you that." Clara’s expression turned serious for a brief moment, her eyes locking onto Dolores with a chilling intensity. “It’s not an act, Dolores.” she said softly, her voice so low it was almost a whisper. “You don’t survive what I’ve been through without losing a little piece of yourself. But don’t mistake that for weakness, Dolores. I’ll show them all that even broken things can still cut.” Dolores shivered but didn't let it show. Instead, she smirked and tilted her head. "Spare me the poet

she instructed Damien who nodded. “Anything else?” he asked her. “I hate still being dead,” Dolores exhaled as she was talking about the fact that no one except her family knew she was alive. “Do you want to talk to Tyrone about it?” Damien asked not bothering to address the man by sir or whatever his employees addressed him as. There was a groan and Dolores turned to see Olivia still writhing in pain. “Hmm,” Dolores said and Damien brought out his phone. “I need to get one of those,” she sighed and Damien nodded.

It was dark, haunting and extremely terrifying for a normal human to even think about it, let alone seeing it with their eyes. Calix shoved the Rossi Cartel's heiress, Lorena and her lover, Madox, inside the basement. The chained couple fell on the rugged ground with a vigorous force. Their already wounded bodies got badly bruised. “Boss, we got them….” Calix uttered to that brutal man, who was sitting on a chair, with a burning cigarette in his hand. His legs were crossed while his eyes peered at that couple in front of him, who dared to tarnish his reputation and name just for the sake of their f*cking love.

he said, “Now, there are about 10 cartel lords here, I want each leader to take turns with her, this is a party, have some fun!” He yelled, the atomsophere was still tense but eventually, everyone became excited, Dora's eyes relentlessly searched the table near by for anything she could use to end this misery, she had never felt such humiliation before, the fact that it came from her own father is what hurt her the most. This was nothing like being posioned, it was far worse and she knew if any of these men touched her, she would never live with herself, she would rather die.

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

Connell I push through the hallway toward our safe room, my boots echoing against the wooden floors. The familiar smell of perfume and cigarettes hits me as I open the door. Inside, five of our usual hangers-on crowd around Dolores, who stands tall despite their circling. "Who the hell do you think you are?" A bottle blonde in too-tight faux leather sneers. "Waltzing in here like you own the damn place, like you're better than us." "I don't think anything," Dolores says, crossing her arms. "I know exactly who I am. And I don't owe you whore's a goddamn thing."

I entered his study, forgetting to knock only to see Malia about to get on her knees in front of him, her hands on his belt. I froze, a gasp escaping my lips and distracting them. Don Luciano's eyes widened slightly upon seeing me and I could say this was the first time I was seeing this oldie surprised. "Malia, leave us." He ordered, and Malia's expression tightened before she got up from her knees, bowed to Don Luciano, and then left the room, but not before throwing me her usual glare. Damn! Did I interrupt something? "And to what do I owe this early visit, Darling?" He asked as he moved closer to me with his usual grin.

he said to the person at the other end of the line. "We are ready, sir." The person said. Dante nodded slightly. "Good. Burn down everything. Spare nothing." "Yes, sir." Dante hung up. "Can't do anything when it comes to your powerful and sophisticated husband, huh?" He asked, smirking. "Well, we will see about that," he added. ******** AT THE DOOR FLOOR.... Dolores walked along the hallway with a tray and a glass of wine on it in her hands. She has a nervous but happy look on her face.

I obeyed, fixing my posture, remembering just how I was taught… "Oh much better…" "Alistair! Just tell her how things work and send her on her way!" Dolores snapped. "She won’t be here for long!" I knew what she meant by that… They were all just waiting for me to drop dead, or should I say be killed? "Oh relax, we have time, besides, I like this one… can she be mine?" His? He looked at Dolores pleadingly, a pout on his lips, and the woman frowned. "Fine! Just make sure it doesn’t get in the way of her duties!"