Dorothy Dawson Novels & Stories

They scream as if excited at every stroke of our bodies. At university, we are called “5BITCH’S”. That name is popular especially among men. Who wouldn't be interested when they heard that name? We consist of five members. Sidney Laurent, a model, second Sapphire Reichmann, a vlogger, third Sunny Adams, the queen of TikTok, fourth Skye Fridman, the queen of online games and of course me, Serena Dawson, the queen of the campus. Aside from the fact that I always want to be with my stupid ex basketball player boyfriend, dancing is really my hobby so I entered the world of cheerdancing.

Scarlett I entered a beautiful, warmly lit room with a polished, four-sitter, premium-crafted wooden dining table. The type my father had. The wood shined, and it was beautiful. The dining room was a bit ostentatious, but the alpha was rich, so he had money to spare. I was given a place to sit, I was the only one there, and I felt a bit weird. The beige dinner gown I wore was the only reason I didn't feel out of place. Who would have thought a random man I stopped on the highway would lead me here?

Victoria Cake, full-time artist and painter. And some of whom Sreya didn't recognize— Dorathy Simons whose botox injected face muscles were so tight she could barely smile. Victor Gorham, a well-known choreographer Dinah introduced as her personal therapist because she'd call him whenever she needed to talk over wine (the wine part being her favorite). Sandra Harlow (Sandy for short), an artist and Dinah's childhood friend. Jake Darwin, the movie producer that'd looked at her weird and held her hand for too long.

Eden Monroe. As I weaved my way through the bustling crowds, my heart pounded in my chest, a crescendo of nerves threatening to consume me. Yet, the moment my gaze fell upon Dorian, a sense of calm washed over me, a sanctuary amidst the chaos. Our bodies swayed to the music, an elegant dance that seemed to defy the world around us, while curious eyes followed our every step.

Harriet picked one last strawberry then placed her hands on her thighs as she gathered her strength to tell Maya the story of her past. “James Thomas Dawson, was a beautiful man and the love of my life. He was on an assignment out in Glasgow and I was also sent there on a very top secret mission” she whispered, a mischievous glint sparkled in Harriet’s sad eyes, to which Maya responded with an adjustment of her body so that it was fully facing the beautiful woman in front of her. “We met at a fundraiser held by some rich guy, who’s name I’ve forgotten.” Harriet waved off, trying to paint as vivid a picture but simultaneously and quickly get to the point “JT was undercover and protecting an a

they were only meeting for the second time now. “Mrs. Dawson, now that I see you up close, you look so much beautiful in real life.” the woman said. “Ma’am, you flatter me.” Amelia said with a frown. “Have we met somewhere before?” Amelia probed. She did not want to say it out loud for the fear that she might scare the woman. The older woman averted her gaze. It was like she did not dare look at Amelia directly in the eyes. Amelia’s heart grew suspicious. Who exactly was this woman? Was she someone with good intentions, or was she up to something?

Chapter 69 Nora's POV Dorothy Marsh was eighty-one years old and lived in a retirement community forty minutes south of the county four site. Ethan found her on Sunday. He called me at noon, his voice carrying that familiar, barely-contained energy he got whenever a weekend of digging through records finally paid off. Dorothy had retired from nursing in 2003. She had two daughters, five grandchildren, and—according to her youngest daughter, whom Ethan had reached through a community health network contact—she still read medical journals every week and gently corrected people when they used outdated terminology.

Dorothy walked into her study, her body fuming. She hated Abel but now, she was starting to harbor feelings of extreme dislike to some others within the campus. Daryl was a pain. The girl had introduced a useless woman to keep charge of the library. The library that Dorothy knew Theodore frequented. Something wasn’t altogether right. Dorothy Hagglin could feel it and she wanted, very much, to find out what it was. Why was Abel always around the professor? Daryl and the pretty new librarian seemed like they were befriending him too and Dorothy did not like it.

And she hissed in almost every sentence. "W-what did you called us here for?" David stuttered in his words. "To have a little party..." she walked passing by them, the heat-producing from the woman's body gave the chills to their spine. "How do you know Maddox Dasher?" she hissed. "I-I don't... He does." David immediately pointed to Weston who said, "I know, Maddox Dasher." "I've been living in his house for a long time...." "Oh, weren't you? Perhaps if you bring me his child instead of his sleeping wife."

My mother and I had been following up the notes from my Father’s diary lately and the sooner we unravel the mysteries it unfolds, the safer our lives will become. “Come in.” answered a voice from inside the room after I repeatedly knocked on the door. I went inside the room and it took me some seconds to clearly see the entire place. The room was dark and stuffy. There were clothes, bags, furniture and papers all around. I wondered how the man I went to see survives in such a tight place.”Sit down.” He said while pointing towards the sofa with lots of clothes on. I pushed the clothes and sheets to the other side of the sofa and squeezed myself into it. “I am Fetty Dzarma.” I began. “My fath