Dorothy Gale Novels & Stories

As he spoke, he flew toward the overseas island. Brittany was dumbfounded. She knew very clearly what Nascent Soul experts were. Being hunted by two Nascent Soul experts, there would be definitely no chance of survival for Dorothy! However, through her son’s speaking tone, it seemed like… Among the few people, only Waltz knew about Dorothy’s true identity, but Dorothy had warned Waltz to not expose any information about her. So, Waltz could only force herself to endure it. However, shortly after Alex left, a shadow swept through the air.

Dorothy’s body jumped off the bed and then collapsed in a lifeless heap. “Come on, Dorothy!” Thalia shouted. “Ready?” “Almost charged. Okay, CLEAR!” Thalia released the electronic pulse again, the paddles glued to Dorothy by extreme voltage. Again her body jerked off the bed, collapsing as the pulse released her. “Plug in the monitor!” “Okay, as soon as…Clear!!!” Janet leaped to the outlet, grabbed the plug from the floor, and jammed it in. She ran back and looked at the machine. “CLEAR!” She whispered hoarsely, “Goddammit, ya old bitch, wake up!”

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."

Just then, Daisy Hunter's phone rang. "Hello Seth, I was about to call you now, where are you?" Her voice reverberated throughout the car. "Am stepping out of the office now, can you meet me at Gage and Tollner." Seth's voice was barely above whispers as he ran across the road with the phone etched to his ear. "See you there in a jiffy," Daisy said as she swerved the car left and zoomed off to Gage and Tollner. Moments later…

But his anger was not my concern; my priority was finding Alyssa. Ms. Dorothy entered, a woman in her sixties with a calm demeanor. She bowed with a grace that suggested experience and resilience, not showing a trace of fear. For someone whose granddaughter was missing, she appeared remarkably composed. "I'll leave the talking to Alpha Kane," I thought, trying to contain my impatience. Alpha Kane was experienced in diplomacy and could handle the situation better than I could in my current state. "Ms. Dorothy, do you know the whereabouts of your granddaughter Alyssa?" Alpha Kane asked, his tone respectful yet firm.

Neah A new scent hits my nose before I even open my eyes. Another Wolf that I didn’t recognise. I don’t know why, but I keep my eyes closed. Dane must be nearby, he wasn’t ready to leave me alone yet. This Wolf couldn't be dangerous. “Let her sleep, Dorothy.” Who the fuck was Dorothy? “She has babies in her tummy.” Raven tells this Dorothy person. "It makes her tired." “She’s very pretty.” A small voice mutters back. I open my eyes to find a young girl inches from my own face. Wide bright green eyes stare back at me. As she smiles, dimples appear on each cheek. “Hi.”

#Paulina’s POV# They said she was crazy. Me. Paulina Voss. The psychotic one. The obsessed ex. The manipulative b*tch with nothing better to do but chase a man who’s clearly not hers. Yeah? Then what the hell do you call a woman who lets her abusive husband climb between her legs after he’s ruined her entire life? Right. Saint Dorothy. I laugh so loud the popcorn in my lap spills over my thighs. I scoop a few back into the bag with the same fingers I’ll soon use to tap out the beginning of Dorothy Rain’s career-ending downfall. If she even had one to begin with.

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.

Some regarded me with a hint of acknowledgment, their gazes lingering for a moment, while others seemed indifferent, their eyes gliding past me without a second glance. Among the sea of unfamiliar faces, I caught sight of Alpha Nicklaus, accompanied by a woman and children whose presence puzzled me. As they approached, Alpha Nicklaus introduced the woman as his Luna, Elizabeth, her radiance matching the grace in her eyes. The adorable children by her side, one of them bearing a striking resemblance to Kathrine, a quiet child I had met at the children's home, instantly tugged at my heartstrings. I made a mental note to pay Kathrine a visit later, sensing a connection that deserved nurturing.

She didn’t know whether it’s because she’s always in the hospital or because her ability was to heal. As for Dior, he doesn’t smell much, only when he’s using his ability excessively, that he usually emits smell similar to burned papers. It wasn’t pleasant, but also wasn’t that disgusting. Dior didn’t emit that smell much anyway, just for special occasions. The second door they entered was a woman’s. It was a woman around 183cm, with a boxing glove on both of her hand mercilessly punching the punching bag in front of her. She’s the source of the gasping sound, followed by a slam. As she stretches her hands to the punching bag, you can see her blood vessels showing.