Dorothy Dawson Novels & Stories

She chuckled. "Watch out for Camari and Jasper. Two of your closest people betrayed you. Do you think they're both immune to money and position?" Dorothy smiled sarcastically. "Wake up, Otis. Don't waste your time and energy by appearing in public. Stay in hiding." "You mean like that child you've been hiding from me and everyone else?" I asked, looking into her eyes unflinchingly. "I know about Julius Arnold Haworth." Dorothy widened her eyes at the mention of that name. She wouldn't have reacted if she didn't know the name. One of my suspicions was answered, but I didn't know what her relationship with him was.

The two girls were inseparable. When Dorothy suffered from a mild form of pneumonia, which could have unwanted consequences, it was Elizabeth who took care of her ... Not the intendants, not Miss Blackwood, whom nobody liked, but Elizabeth Edwards. She was the one who tried to lower her fever with wipes rubbed with snow from outside, brought in as many times as it was necessary although it was freezing cold. She often went out barefoot having no time to put on shoes, for Dorothy was like a burning furnace. Poor darling, she used to come back with hands and feet numb from the bitter cold outside, but she did not complain. When she saw Dorothy opened her eyes and smiled, she forgot about the f

Even her father received Steve's permission before he led Gwen onto the floor. The auctioned dances were fun, but nothing came close to the $300 that Steve had bid for Gwen. That is until Steve had the spotlight fall on him. Gwen was amazed at the spirited bidding by several of the town's more respected ladies. The bidding started at $50 and hit $500 before Gwen could even try to determine how much cash she could spend. Dorothy Davis was the top bidder when the dust cleared at $650. She was a forty something widow whose older husband had made her his second wife. That was just a year before he died from a massive heart attack. She was wealthy, bored and determined to buy the dance with Steve

Thank you for being proof that new things kept arriving in the world regardless of what the adults around you were going through. --- **Dorothy** The corner. The Kindle. The blueberry scone. The television program in Sydney. The Paris culinary school. The Sydney Opera House catering team. The completely invented and thoroughly committed parallel biography of Ava Reyes that Dorothy maintained across 125 chapters without ever being asked to. Thank you for reading Gavin's book twice and for saying *finally* at exactly the right moment. --- **Marisol**

The redhead looked at the modern art sculptures in strategic locations in the room, and thanked the heavens for being compatible with the environment. Dorothy Banks walked down the stairs elegantly, and smiled when she saw her only son with her. She was wearing a long black dress and a fur coat in the same color. Her hair was perfectly combed back, which revealed more of her youthful face. To say that Dorothy was an elegant woman would be an understatement. - "Hi, pretty thing," she couldn't help but say.

she smiled. “Thanks, grandma,” I rolled my eyes. “Want to head inside and make some dinner?” Grandma asked. “Sure, I need to let Wyatt know I came over here, so he’s not worried about me,” I smile. “How did you get here?” Grandma looked at her driveway and saw no vehicle. “I ran,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Remi Esmeray Dawson, that would be at least a 45-minute run! Why wouldn’t you drive over here?!” Grandma shouted.

she waved her hand like it was nothing, “There were so many missing people at that time, my file just got lost in a pile somewhere, I’m sure.” “So they never found you?” She shook her head as an answer. “Where can I find you?” She looked over at me with a blank look in her eyes, as if the light was draining from them in front of me. “No… wait! Come back! How do I stop him?!” I woke up on my side, covered with goosebumps from the cold concrete ground and the memory of my dream. Who was the woman? Was she really Dylan's mom? Did Dominic really kill her? Or am I just being paranoid and having messed-up dreams because of my hormones?

If anyone alive could confirm that I was my father’s daughter, it was him. After speaking with Henry, Orion immediately drove us to Dawson’s. Nothing could have prepared me for the conversation I overheard outside their door. “Fine!” Mrs. Dawson snapped, sounding frustrated and exhausted. “I did try to get someone killed, but I was desperate.” My entire body froze. For a second, I thought I had misheard her. Beside me, Orion immediately stopped moving and turned to look at me, his expression mirroring my shock. “Jesus,” Dawson hissed under his breath. “Who did you try to kill?”

Dorothy was very happy, but she still snorted as she said, “It would not be a problem for me to become your assistant. After all, we graduated from a prestigious university majoring in economics and management. So, I’m definitely more than qualified to become your assistant. However, you can just forget about giving me double the annual salary. I’m not lacking in money, and the reason why I’m constantly relying on you is simply because I have a good relationship with you. So, if I were to work together with you, even if I do not make money, I would still feel very comfortable about it.” Quinn held onto Dorothy’s arm and smiled as she said, “Aww! Dorothy, you’re finally speaking the truth tod

Noah stood still, his hands breaking out in cold sweat, his heart racing but he didn't want to get his hopes up. "Greta! the room is ready!" shrieked a woman in a neat dark blue suit. "Got it, boss! umm, Rachel, Noah, this is Dorothy, she is the lead of the household int this mansion. She is the key that is running everything in this place, if not for her everything would be very messy and chaotic. Dorothy smiled, showing the Winkles on her face. "Greta is always over reacting! Don't listen to her, I'm just a maid who's been cleaning her poo since she was a baby!" joked Dorothy.