Dorothy Dawson Novels & Stories

Annie returned the gesture and smiled warmly at the brown-haired beauty as she said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you too. May I know your name?” “I’m Dorothy Dawson, your Grace. I’m here as someone’s plus-one. And if I may, your Grace, I have a burning question that I hope you don’t mind me asking.” Her green eyes sparked mischief as her pastel lips curled up into a grin, showing her braces holding the two rows of teeth together. Annie continued smiling as she asked amicably, “What would you like to know, Dorothy?” “How do you do it, your Grace? How do you be okay with…not being able to give the Duke a child?”

I had finished cleaning the kitchen, under the guidance of Margaret. She was an Omega and an elderly servant, whom to my knowledge, was Hawthorne's most trusted maid. She had decided to help relieve me of some duties and had sent some maids to replace me. “Take a break, Aurora. You will need it.” She said as she gave me a look of pity. She knew, they are knew that I’ve become Killeen’s new sex toy. However, I refused. “Don’t worry. I will take my break, when I clean the Alpha’s room.” I informed her and hesitantly, she nodded and I headed toward Hawthorne's room.

Her mother was a widow, sickly and lame, and Dorothy in her girlhood had worked in the cotton mills at Langley, and bound shoes for the firm of Newell & Brothers, and rebelled at the fate which had made her so poor and seemed likely to keep her so. But there was something better in store for her than binding shoes, or working in the mills, and from the time when young Frank Tracy came to Langley as clerk in the Newell firm, Dorothy's life was changed and her star began to rise. They both sang in the choir, standing side by side, and sometimes using the same book, and once their hands met as both tried to turn the leaves together. Dorothy's were red and rough, and not nearly as delicate as th

Dorothy explains to them all. I can barely contain Nate, knowing our mate has been starved and beaten has made us furious. We are growling, our claws elongating. “Alpha Max, if you can’t contain yourself, you will be removed,” councilman Peter tells me. “I have no note of any child being named Eve in the years when she would have been born,” councilman John informs Dorothy. “She was born Evelyn Rose Jones,” Dorothy counters. The air appears to shimmer when Dorothy speaks her name.

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