Dorothy Must Die Series In Order Novels & Stories

She would need to take this conversation up to a more extreme level. "I know what happened about Courtney," She fought onwards. She dropped the volume of her voice to make it sound more eerie and dangerous. "Don't say her name!" Emilia snapped. Alice could detect a small flicker of panic in her voice. That told her that what she was saying would have some effect. "Courtney died because of you." Alice continued, ignoring Emilia's response. "She died because you exposed her secret..." "Keep talking, and that'll happen to you too-"

She tugged on the blanket with her fingers as she was on the verge of death. "Hurry up and die. Nigel won't divorce me if you die. Just die..." Dorothy's eyes flashed with a vicious gleam. At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door, and Dorothy was startled. She quickly put the oxygen mask back on Sarah's face. Nigel pushed the door and entered. When he saw Dorothy's hand on Sarah's oxygen mask, he hurriedly stepped forward and pushed her away. "What are you doing!"

Clare yelled at Alex. Tears rolled down Dorothy’s cheeks while she fervently shook her head. “No, you can’t. Mom, shut up. How could you say that?” Claire was furious. “What do you want me to do? Should we trade three of our lives for his? Does only his life matter, but not your mother’s or sister’s?” Dorothy didn’t have a comeback for this. All she could do was sob uncontrollably. Alex looked at Dorothy gently. “Dorothy, your mother’s right! I owe this to you. This matter has nothing to do with you anyway. If someone has to die, I’d rather it be me than the three of you!”

I often end up dreaming of how she died, too. Dorothy's heart clenched painfully, and she felt tears well up in her eyes. After a long pause, she finally calmed down enough to ask, "How does she usually die in your nightmares?" "Sometimes she gets pushed off a cliff. I've seen her throat get slit, and sometimes she gets shot. Sometimes, she gets beaten to death. Either way, it hurts to watch." Dorothy's eyes were already glossed over with tears. A sob was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't speak.

Why was I still feeling these things when I was dead? Gary, Eugene, and Carl comforted Phoebe and told her to go upstairs. Then, they stood there in silence. Eugene stared at my photo, looking a little lost. "Did we… did we do something wrong?" The other two nodded. Carl said, "She prepared all of this before her death… which meant she knew she didn't have much time left. Do you remember what happened when we were younger? She said she saw countdown timers above Mom's and Dad's heads."

But I am. Because I know what she sees when she looks at me now. A traitor. A ghost. She’s late. Everyone notices. I glance at the time for the fifth time, then rub the sweat off my palms. Then the doors open. She walks in. And everything in this room goes silent for me. Even the chewing. Even the camera shutters. Even my own pulse. Dorothy’s in black. From head to toe. Not a strand out of place. Her face is done but tired. Not tired like sleepy. Tired like war-torn.

"You may be Dorothy’s granddaughter, but you need to explain this matter. How did she die?" Before Sophia could speak, Daniel stepped forward. "Hi, I'm Daniel. Dorothy and Stephen have mentioned you, and she was hospitalized in my hospital. After Stephen passed away, she was in deep sorrow. Her heart wasn't doing too good, and her physical functions were severely declining. If it weren't for Sophia’s efforts to save her, she wouldn't have lasted this long. There's no conspiracy. She died of natural causes." Oliver had heard of Daniel. Stephen always said he was a righteous and kind person, so he naturally believed his words.

I say to her when she rolls her neck and steps forward. “I can see you now, Dorothy writhing and moaning under him, while your new fiancé lay asleep in the next room. Did he feel the pain? I know you never felt guilty for what you did to him. He is such a good and loving man. I bet you never felt anything for him. So I will give you the option because I am turning over a new leaf. You can either point us in the right direction or I will kill you now? So what will it be?” she says and Miss Dorothy’s face pales and she points a shaking hand in the direction and Jadara smiles.

I told them and they both sighed in relief. The thirteenth day after Zack’s death is almost here and it’s driving me insane. I saw Dorothy and Lulu’s death. I felt like I have to choose again and up to now I haven’t saved Beatrice’s and Engr. Murray’s soul. They are nowhere to be found.