Dolores Claiborne Novel Novels & Stories

Ever since that damned night when she and Lucas met, she had caused problems for her and now, Daira was dead because of her. Dolores, who was still a bit terrified, tugged Tyrone's shirt to get his attention. He immediately gave her his attention and she asked him to bend as she wanted to whisper something in his ear not wanting Olivia to overhear her conversation, an action Tyrone didn’t hesitate doing. “She’s the one who kidnapped and tortured me,” she said to Tyrone who then nodded reassuredly at her. “Why are you here Olivia?” Tyrone asked and Olivia found herself unable to speak as she didn’t even know what to say. She couldn’t even talk about Daira’s death now that she knew Dolores was

Having Clara as a hollow-eyed ghost of a shell, like she was before she met Celine and Baz, made him worry. To veer her mind from wandering again and potentially slicing off a finger, he asked about Navio. This topic got her started with what happened as soon as she arrived on the scene. ‘Minus the sexy parts,’ she smiled secretly. The FBI visit, the list they had uncovered, and suspicions about her uncle and dad involved in the explosion.

, Dolores asked, tears falling from her eyes. “I’m sorry I scared you, Dolores. But whatever Pablo has gotten himself into is what I presume hell would be. I can still feel the shiver in my spine. I advise you to back off, Dolores”, he said. “Yes, yes. I am definitely backing off. My home is in enough shit already, I can’t add more trouble. I’ll send you something later for your troubles”, she said. “Thank you”, he hesitated before ending the call. Dolores sighed. “I have to call Lima. She needs to back the fuck off before it’s too late”, she said remembering Lima’s vow to investigate and get revenge.

He adjusts his glasses as he steps down the porch. “I’ll see you off.” I follow him while the nurse comes out behind him carrying a medical case. It is no longer dark, but everywhere still looks foggy as if it snowed last night. Birds chirp somewhere far away, hidden beyond the trees, and the salty scent of the sea drifts through the air. It makes me wonder again why a woman would choose to live somewhere this isolated, surrounded by thick woods where anyone could disappear without leaving a trace. But Dahlia has always been different, wild in a quiet way. Just like her mother, and she doesn’t even realize it.

CLAIRE Four years had passed since my world had shattered. Claire Darlington—the woman who had been humiliated, betrayed, and discarded—was gone. In her place stood Clara Everson, CEO of Erebos Pharmaceutical. Sharp, focused, unyielding. Every scar, every sleepless night, every moment of pain had carved her into someone who could survive… and even thrive. My company had grown from a modest lab into a powerhouse, and every achievement reminded me that I could exist on my own terms. That I could command my life, and no one could take that away.

"Nelly, by the time you see this I'll be long gone. I'm sorry for doing this to you but I couldn't give my son to that monster. You've heard the rumors about him and what he's capable of. I can't let my little boy grow up to be like him. So when he came for his child, I gave him your daughter. He didn't know the gender of the baby I was carrying. As a girl, your daughter will live like a princess. Fathers love their daughters and protect them. You have nothing to worry about now. I hope you'll forgive me for doing this to you. One day I'll repay you for this but until then, don't hate me too much. Fab." The piece of paper floats away from my hands, down to the floor as I start shaking. From

Grandfather Martins had told his son, Darius (Danielle's father) to let him stay at the care center since his wife died after they left the cabin. He alone knew the story of the cabin and the secret that lurked around this place, he never had the chance to destroy the notes and put the cabin up for auction. He hoped that no one will ever visit the cabin again, after what happened to him and everything that happened before the calamity befell him and his wife. He wished nothing of sort would happen to someone else.

Nelson De Vedra, known as a boatman on the island he called home for many years, lived a life of quiet purpose. His reputation was solid, but his past held secrets he preferred to keep buried. Dorothy "Dorry" Castillo, a young woman who once found herself on the island, sought refuge to heal her broken heart. The serene shores had become her sanctuary, far from the chaos of her past life. Two souls, marked by the stains of the past, are fated to cross paths once again; as their lives intertwine, will they find a way to erase the scars of yesterday, or will their reunion deepen the cracks that already exist?

But as soon as she caught sight of the scene before her, she froze. They were all huddled together—Gregory, Lilian, Darian, and that girl. A perfect, tearful family reunion. From her angle, Dolores couldn’t see Paulina’s face, but the girl’s posture was enough to make her pause. She stood straight but not stiff, her presence calm and poised, almost regal. Her back was graceful, her movements subtle yet refined. Nothing about her screamed ‘country bumpkin’ like Dolores had imagined or hoped. Instead, something in her stomach twisted. A flicker of insecurity, jealousy, and unease passed through her like a cold breeze.