Dorothy Dawson Novels & Stories

He made the call, and then waited. George Howell picked up on the first ring. "Yeah?" "Hey, George, what's up?" David replied. "It's about time. Where the hell have you been?" David rubbed his eyes, "I’m sorry, been busy" "I'm waiting." "I met a lady tonight." "Is that supposed to surprise me, Dave? Hell, I imagine you meet a lot of broads every damn night." "Not a broad," David said, the edge in his tone evident. "A lady. The one I've been tracking”

The woman speaks, I hear movement and see D disappear. “Who’s in your room, Gunner?” I hope it isn’t anyone they need. “Just randoms, let him kill them. There's more if needed.” He shrugs and I nod, I watch as the doctor and woman leave. Sitting I stay next to Daisy, first Rosalie now Daisy. Maybe she is safer away from us? Hours pass before D comes back through, he’s covered in blood but doesn’t speak. Instead, he sits next to Daisy and rests his head on her.

" Nothing much, he gave me two conditions, either I am able to Clear my name or I'll be blacklisted. " " What! How could they be so mean? What exactly is happening? , Why are they suddenly turning against you? , You have been bringing a lot of money and fame to our agency for a long time now , so why are they suddenly turning against you? " " Well, I think Miss Dorothy Washington has something to do with this. " " Dorothy Washington? Who's she? " " Well, she's the Granddaughter of Andrea Washington. " " Oh, how come she's related to this? , Do you guys have a relationship? "

The room had turned silent. Kelvin stared into her face. "Explain." "She never told me the whole story," Doris said. "Just pieces here and there. That she used to work behind the scenes. Fixing things. Cleaning up after. That she set something in motion once, accidentally, that made Rita lose everything she'd fought so hard for over Lilian, who Kelvin’s mind was racing. The shell corporations. The phony charities. The silent funds streaming in through people like Rita—women who worked behind the scenes while men like Darcy pushed to the fore.

“Perhaps there is something interesting outside you wouldn’t mind sharing with the rest of the class.” Aston felt embarrassed that he had managed to draw the whole class’s attention to him again. He looked around awkwardly before bringing his eyes back to Mrs. Michael, who was now standing in front of him. “Uhm….none that I know of Mrs. Michael. Carry on, please.” Just then, an exhausted Dorothy, yet beautiful, rushed into the class covered in glitter and confetti. She was wearing a knee-length black dress that hung to her body tightly—once again reminding Aston of the beauty that was underneath—a pair of black heels, and in her hands were a small purse and a large tote bag.

She forgot the journalists’ questions and grabbed my still‑healing arm. The wound reopened under her pull, and drops of blood fell to the floor. “Joseph, how could you be so despicable? You know Derek is innocent, yet you bribed reporters and hired online trolls. Do you want to ruin his reputation?” Her grip tightened around my wrist with great force. A sharp cracking sound followed. Pain washed over me, and a faint taste of blood filled my mouth. Derek pulled her away and acted generous. “Jaime, it’s alright. I believe Joseph wouldn’t do that.”

"Dorothy has an architectural firm in Los Angeles. The chief designer is Clay Hancock. I'll have him teach you personally. Remember, study well and don't tarnish Dorothy's reputation." Worried, Luana tried to protest, "But..." Dorian's voice turned impatient, "No 'buts.' Do as I say." Luana had no choice but to agree. At least this time Dorian hadn't lied to her; the task was indeed related to her sister. Still, she was puzzled, "Why have me take over Dorothy's projects?" The man on the other end fell silent for a few seconds before speaking in a deep voice, "I just found out she had many dreams left unfulfilled."

“I’m Dorothy. I run the nursery. Are you new to the pack?” “Sort of. I’m staying at the Alpha house.” Her brows lifted slightly. “Oh? Are you related to Lady Evangeline?” “No.” I left it at that. Dorothy studied me for a moment, curious but polite enough not to ask more. “Well, you’re welcome here anytime,” she said. “We can always use extra help.” “I’d like to volunteer,” I said before I could second-guess myself. “If that’s allowed.” Dorothy’s face brightened. “That would be wonderful. We’re always short-staffed. Especially afternoons when the older pups return from lessons. Can you start today?”

"She works at Sephora as a manger and lives with her best friend name Mimi Jackson who works as an assistant to a one Mr Decker of Decker construction and has a three years old daughter by name Nora Ariel Morganza. " Douglas closed the file and looked st his boss who was relaxing in his seat with his eyes closed. "So this is the woman who conquered the great David Gandy......... Not bad. " He thought looking at his boss. The door of the jet opened breaking their reverie and David stood up and out if the jet into the SUV waiting for him. "To Oaks Apartment. " He commanded and the driver nodded and drove out of the airport. "Am coming my love........ We have a lot to talked about. " He thought