Dolores Claiborne Novel Novels & Stories

And I fucking love it. Then a noise dragged my eyes to one of the suites—a woman moaning, loud and messy, as a male escort drove her into the mattress. She was a regular, always coming here to get wound up and broken open. And watching her… it made Claire slam into my thoughts again. Who would’ve believed Claire could be that wild in bed? Ian is a blind fool—not seeing the fire he had right under his nose. But that’s on him. His stupidity is my goddamn gain.

Under Jacklyn’s escort, Dolores looked down in shame. Throughout the corridor, she did not dare to lift her face at all. She wanted to ask the woman who brought her now for help, but it seemed in vain. Jacklyn was as obedient as a robot to Nicko. Maybe she had no feelings. Now and then, Dolores’ doctor would hear whispers from people she meets along her way to see professor Elliot Lewis. Nothing about her is positive. She really was treated like a patient.

“Sera said while at the mansion, Doris was fine. After coming back from the hospital, she started to have strange symptoms. Moreover, I have already seen the camera, that car is still parked in the blind spot of the camera, the whole process of Doris leaving and returning, that car does not appear in the view of the camera." Lars didn't close the issue, but Keelin could still understand the answer he was aiming for. There is only one outsider who knows the blind spot of the Ramos mansion's camera, Clara Diaz. And for all they knew, there was someone else behind her. “Lars… Will Doris be okay?” Keelin asked worriedly. Clara and the other target Doris, which means that their main target is Kee

We look into the eyes of our victim—if she can even be considered one—before ridding the world of the poison. I gently kicked her heel on the side, making her sobs stop altogether and her back stiffen. She turned slowly, and her wide, scared eyes turned dark the moment she saw who it was. “You bītch! This is your fault. I’m going too—” her snarl broke the moment I placed the cold metal of the barrel on her forehead. “Let’s get one thing clear. Each one of you dug your graves the moment you messed with a Blanco. Manda i miei saluti al diavolo.” (Italian: Send my regards to the devil.)

’ And yes… I liked what I saw, but I'd love for me to be in that position instead of the unknown woman. I shifted in my bed. Thinking. I found it hard to fall asleep. I hugged my pillow, wrapped myself under the duvet, and I closed my eyes tight trying to force sleep. It didn't work. Flashes of Damian and the woman appeared in my head instead. Damn! I am cooked. My fingers slowly found their way into my pants, the warmth grazed my skin. I wasn't wearing anything underneath. I gently rubbed my fingers against my clit. “Ohh…” I moaned silently.