Dorothy Dawson Novels & Stories

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.

"But proper planning prevents poor performance. That's something you'll need to remember when you take over, son." Ethan Sr. tucks the mysterious envelope into his jacket pocket, his expression carefully neutral. Few in the pack know that Dorothy's full name is Dorothy Rochelle Dares; she's always been just "Dorothy" or "Dot" to most. The Beta wonders what kind of correspondence would use her initials rather than her name, but he keeps this curiosity to himself. "I should get this to its rightful owner," he says, nodding respectfully to the Alpha before turning to Magnus. "And you look like you could use some rest, young man. The coming-of-age is taxing even before the ceremony begins."

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."

“Chloe?” Dawson asked rhetorically. “I will not be exaggerating when I say Chloe is the best daughter-in-law any family could ever wish for. She is respectful, honest, and loyal and I must say I am highly disappointed to see her leave my family.” Dawson complimented. Hilda, who was sitting beside Sebastian in the audience area, scoffed in disbelief knowing Dawson meant his words in some ways.

Why I was telling a stranger about this, I don't know, but I need someone to let it off. "What's your name?" "Max. Max Kendal, Ma'am" "Well max I'm Dorothy and this is Winston, my husband. We live 6 hours away from here and today was a last-minute decision to come by," she says with a smile. Winston sits down next to Dorothy and holds her hand as she takes mine in her hand. "Who were you visiting?" I ask her, looking into her Grey eyes. She's definitely got this old, happy lady vibe going on.

ALEXANDER Dorothy was shit at her job. One week since Maeve walked out and I had spent most of it quietly doing Dorothy's work before anyone else noticed it wasn't being done. Files that came back organised in a way that made no logical sense. Meeting reminders sent to the wrong people. Calls forgotten, calls returned to the wrong contacts, a client left waiting because she couldn't locate the transfer function on a phone she had been using for three weeks. I fixed all of it without comment and went home every evening more worn down than the one before.

Ainsley rushes to my side and starts to apologize. I don’t even look at her. My muscle tense and rage is radiating from me. But I don’t let it distract me, Justin need me now. Everyone gasp as I start to give her mouth to mouth resuscitation. I don’t know what I’m doing but it all I can do. “Come on, come on, come on.” I tell Justin that’s still unconscious, the mouth to mouth thing is not working. Justin starts to cough, spitting out the water she had swallow from drowning. I stop the resuscitation, and help her sit upright to get comfortable.