Dorothy Irene Wiley Novels & Stories

Dalton’s point of view: Walking around the car parked in the driveway and heading toward the pack house, I caught a glimpse of something colorful out of the corner of my eye, over near the edge of the woods. Curious, I glanced over just in time to see a figure dressed in a bright red sundress disappear into the trees. I got more curious when I caught a whiff of her enticing scent. I’d recognize that woman anywhere. Why was she going into the woods? I wondered.

I almost kill Mary. I'm really really sorry right now. I don't know what to do. //WyByCa

"But what if she is?" I’d met Dorothy Williams at a pub when we were having a reunion. Dorothy was a lively spirit with so many aspirations and so much ahead of her. Her perfectly slender body and the dark blue dress that she was wearing had stolen my attention that night. We had followed our intuitions and ended up spending the night at my hotel.

He told me that was the night he fell in love with her. I would always swoon over that story - it was my favorite one of them. “Just show me the way,” my mom said to Dana, who promptly walked her to where the other models were. All of my models were in their twenties, and my mom was nearly fifty now, but she aged with grace, and you wouldn’t be able to guess her age just by looking at her. Also, it would be nice for her to feel more involved with Claudette Reed since stepping down as CEO.

He answered coldly, “Ms. Ellis, don’t you think you’re meddling too much? It has nothing to do with you if Mr. Freeman is by Mrs. Freeman’s side.” “Wes Coulson! What do you mean by that?” Then, Dorothy sneered and stripped off the gauze on her wrist. She squeezed her wound, making the blood drip on the floor. “Tell Johnny I took things too hard and attempted suicide again. Tell him to come here at once.” Wes frowned and snorted. “Ms. Ellis, please wait a moment. I’ll call a doctor for you.” “You!” When Dorothy was about to curse out of anger, she saw Zac approaching her ward.