Dorothy Dawson Novels & Stories

Patricia Dawson—CEO of Dawson Industries was dead. Rosie had betrayed me. My parents had turned their backs on me. My husband failed me. And now… I was in someone else’s body. Her name was Patricia Allen. She was the alcoholic single mother of Anna, Billy, and little Gracie. Her husband had been a factory worker, killed in a freak accident just three months ago. The insurance payout was only a hundred thousand dollars which was barely enough to survive, but instead of using it to care for her children, she’d been on her way to give it to her lover. A married neighbor he’d been having an affair with.

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?

Austin's calm demeanor left them both astonished. But astonishment aside, knowing what was about to happen, neither could remain as calm as Austin. "How dare you!" Mona's sharp voice suddenly erupted. "This is Ms. Dorothy's residence. How dare you defile it!" Ms. Dorothy? Defile? Austin coldly smiled, seeing how Mona wielded her authority to its fullest. He suddenly turned around and saw Dorothy being supported by Mona and Mason as she walked out from the inner hall. "Ms. Dorothy? Who at 70 or 80 years old is still called Miss? That term has a different meaning these days."

"I would like you to be there. At the opening." Dorothy looked at me with those sharp dark eyes. "What's the foundation called?" she said. "The Hamilton Foundation," I said. "Named for my sister, Elena. She died eleven years ago. She spent her life caring about people the world overlooked." Dorothy held my gaze for a long moment. "She sounds like a nurse," she said. Something moved through my chest that was grief and warmth at the same time in the specific way those two things sometimes occupied the same space.

She would rather be somewhere else, but the woman was nice and she felt guilty wanting to dismiss her so quickly, “It’s so nice to meet you Dorothy.” “I heard about your story. It’s such a cruel thing what that man did to— “I’m sorry what?” “Your story…” Dorothy repeated, “The short memoir released a few days ago? It’s such a heartfelt message. I never believed such a woman could rise from the ashes like that, it warms my little Mee-Maw heart.”

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

She looks around in appreciation, I cleaned the area so we can have some nice grass around us even though it's as good as dead. "Sì" I pull our the food from the basket, Daisy gasps when she sees the box of dark chocolate brownies. I didn't know she would get so happy about them. She practically snatches it from my hands, I don't say anything, and continue setting the other dishes on the mat. She starts ravaging the sweet treats. Someone has a sweet tooth. I freeze when I hear her moan at the first bite, she does a little happy dance. I'm unable to control myself. She looks so breathtaking.