Dorothy Must Die Series Novels & Stories

Should I leave this family? [May, 2024: William made me give up my bedroom for Joy and gave her all the dresses Mom left for me. I’m beginning to think that perhaps Dad and Mom aren’t the only ones who died in the accident. Maybe the William who used to love me dearly died with them, too.] I saw William cradling his head and screaming like he had lost his mind after he finished reading my diary. After that, he asked the doctor if they could keep my body in cryogenesis so that it would not rot.

“Finally I can be able to crush her under my feet. Sarah smiled. “ here, I saw this in her drawer it includes everything we will need” “That's more like you, continue to do your job well and your parents will be safe and sound” He raised his glass and sip from it. Sarah hands were still trembling. Marcus did not know he was digging his own grave with his own bare hands. He was already calculating the money he had not seen. He was imagining the way faith face will look like by then. He had no idea that's was a trap,he still had no idea that all everything he had just said was recorded.

I had just stepped outside when I saw Olivia's twisted, contorted expression flash in time with the lightning. A split second later, the crimson numbers above her heart flared. "Olivia!" I ran straight toward her without a second thought. The rain beat down on my back as I went. As her death timer started to blare, her terrified face merged with the headlights of a speeding motorcycle cutting through the rain. Lucas and I watched as Olivia was thrown into the air like a ragdoll, followed by the screech of emergency brakes. Olivia hit the ground hard.

" Seeing the disdain on her face, it felt as if someone had squeezed tightly on my heart, so much so that I could not breathe. It looked like one could still feel disappointment even after their death. It was much more painful than when the doctors cut me open on the surgery table. The despair and suffocation I felt before death overwhelmed me once more. In my final moments, I remembered thinking about how no one would look after Christine once I died. Before dying, I had used up all of my remaining strength to call her. I pleaded with her, saying, "Christine, can you come and see me? I think I'm about to…" Before I could finish, she impatiently interrupted me. "Jason Lowe, enough! You only

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-"

So, he endured his fury. But Dorothy kept reciting prayers and ignored him. If Ezra hadn't stopped her, Dorothy might just recite the prayers for the dead a hundred times. The time it would take for her to recite it a hundred times would be enough for Austin to die from excessive bleeding. True, he was here to beg for mercy, but he wasn't someone to be bullied, nor was he a fool. Dorothy was intent on praying for his death, so why should he keep enduring it?

"Let go of me! Phoebe James, I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you! I won't lose!" Dorothy screamed and struggled frantically. It was unknown what she had heard. Suddenly she was quiet as her muscles stiffened.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

"Your daughter is dead!" Dorothy said, "Maybe try calling her. Poor thing, you are completely clueless that your daughter died. You will have a chance to get back to Luton. I will help you to plead mercy from Anthony. After all, it's your own daughter's funeral, am I right?" "Dorothy, stop being condescending about it. There's no person as malicious as you. Oh wait, there is a second person. That is Bianca!"

Max ran a hand through his hair, Jor had another minute to wait before he could bite her. “She’s barely alive, and Hel is out.” He didn’t say more, but knew Jor was getting where he was going. If Serenity died, they wouldn’t know if her soul and energy stayed with her body before he bit her. They wouldn’t know if a collector came to claim her life and move it to the next. “See if you can rouse her.” Jor said calmly and it felt like his own heart was slowing down, not racing watching Serenity. If she died, if they were to late…