Dolores Claiborne Novel Novels & Stories

Dolores is dressed in a short and revealing green robe and her hair is left to fall. She smiled boldly at Adrian as he stared at her blankly. "Hey, Adrian." She said, smiling. Adrian raised his brow. Her eyes roamed his body, taking in his gorgeous glory. "What are you doing here, Dolores?" he asked. She hummed, walking past him and further into the room. Adrian stared at her as she walked closer to the bed and sat on the edge. Adrian kept staring at her while she looked around. "Where is your wife?" she asked.

Then, I turned off my computer and went to water the plants on the balcony. The bougainvilleas outside the window were in full bloom, their purple petals swaying gently in the breeze. I recalled the words Dad used to love saying. "Elena, no matter what happens, live well." And so, I promised him I would live well. … Third Person's POV Meanwhile, in Newmont, a storm was brewing. After receiving the evidence Elena had provided, Guillermo didn't rush to act. He was an extremely cautious man, so he spent two full weeks verifying every piece of evidence, ensuring there were no gaps.

Amelia picks up the white handkerchief and while spreading it slowly she notices a red embroidery that reads, "Tikaluna." Amelia's eyes broadens in surprise when she remembers her dream and intentionally drops the white handkerchief while she feels her hair raising and her spine freeze in terror. The elevator opens and Amelia rushes to the front door of the building. A lady in a red dress shows up and picks the white handkerchief and puts it into her purse while smirking at Amelia. Amelia is walking fast but her mind vividly reminds her about the white handkerchief and her weird dream.

The girl who didn’t dare to step out of the room in fear dared to step outside in this world alone. “Confidence.” That’s all Carlos was dying to build in her and she had successfully implemented that as an obedient student. “Wow.” He stood in front of the mirror and clapped. “What a lovely stance Inaya. Fucking leaving me in alone you thought you have saved me.” He couldn’t be furious also knowing through which she had gone. Maybe freedom was more important to her than this prison of love. The constant fear of losing, pushing someone in the same deadly fight, maybe those are something she wanted to avoid since the beginning. Carlos couldn’t even blame her fully for such a drastic decision. M

, she muttered under her breath with a frustrated sigh. I crooked my eyebrows at her cursing words and held the urge to laugh. Never knew that Clara Blackwood, the famous model knew how to curse anyone! Her soft voice traveled inside my ears as I intended to walk back to my exercise, " Well.. Dylan... Thanks for rescuing me.." I paused midway and spun around to face her with a dark chuckle. Stuffing my fists inside my pockets, I revealed without showing gratitude for her words, " Well, It was fun to watch you drowning honestly. But I still have business with you. So I decided to jump after one minute, 30 seconds."

he chanted as the pain stole the breath from his lungs. “I sent them both a fire message to meet us here,” Claire said, watching Sebestian wipe a tear from Allen eyes when they started watering. She looked up when the door burst open to see Dell dashing in, breathing hard. “Will you be okay for a minute if I go and get changed?” she asked, pulling Justine after her when they nodded. She shook her head at Dell when she looked at her enquiringly at the blood that she was covered in, deciding to give her a full report later.

Lexi opened her eyes to find Blake gone. She turned her head to look at the clock. It was covered with a note. Lexi rolled her body to lie on her side and picked it up. Dear Lexi, Last night was the most enlightening and sensual experience of my life. I will never forget it. Because I am a man of the cloth, I should be ashamed, but I am not. I hope you are not either. I thought it best that I go back to my room to keep both our reputations intact. I’ll see you in the morning.

Maybe I’ll be the one to die. “We just came in, Perseus,” Dolores begins, her voice dripping with venom as she watches him stop in his tracks. Eager to exploit the pause, she poisons his mind further, the words falling from her lips like daggers. “She brought these men here—brought them in night after night, parting her legs for them like a bloody whore.”

Something funny or something scary? Messing around with lipstick and hair. Pulling on her boots. Clem’s boots actually, the ones she kept at the back door for walking around in mud. I sat stiff, not used to this new aloneness. Watching the Late News by myself while my mother ‘walked down to the gate’ to get something from the neighbor, her kiss cooling on my forehead. She went alone, taking the flashlight off the kitchen windowsill to guide her down to the bottom of our twisted gravel driveway. It was always dark out there at night, all those bushes and boulders throwing sharp, heavy shapes and shadows. Anything could hide there, and we would never know.

“Tell him he owes me an explanation.” Without waiting for a response, Dolphus stormed into Elena’s room. The heavy door slammed behind him. His sharp eyes scanned the room. Then his eye caught the scent of Elena. He found her. Her body lay half-spilled over the frozen tub’s edge, trembling fiercely. Her soaked body wore a down jacket. Her face drained of color, lips darkening to blue, as her claws bit deep into the icy rim of the tub. Icy water lapped at her, scattered with broken slivers of melting ice.