Dorothy Must Die Series Order Novels & Stories

His cold gaze didn't harden or soften; it kept that detached, piercing intensity, treating the escalating tension like mere background noise. “Y…you didn’t,” she faltered, exhaling a heavy, tight breath. “You didn’t answer my question properly.” Sebastien arched a single, slow brow. Mother seemed to understand the silent warning because she quickly cleared her throat, trying to salvage her dignity. “What I mean is... I strictly forbade Dorothy from owning anything in that color. It is not allowed in this house. I assumed you knew.” “Knew about what?” he asked smoothly, flipping the journal sideways again. “The book, or the color?”

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

"Irving? I killed him. I threw his body into the sea to feed the sharks. "Aren't you all in love with him? Don't you all want to marry him? Too bad for you. Your wish will never come true. Come on! Kill me and avenge him!" Natalia's eyes turned bloodshot. She drove the knife straight into my chest. I collapsed limply onto the floor. Just as my consciousness was about to fade, I heard Irving's voice coming from the front garden. "Why is everyone here? What perfect timing. I bought some pastries. Ah! Why is there so much blood here?"

"Mitch ran off. We never found him." Derek grabbed my other hand. "My mom woke up and tried to kill me." So Mitch ran off, and Derek's mom turned, which meant they were both dead. "Oh my God, you guys. I'm so sorry. I—" Out of nowhere, Suzie started sobbing. "Mom killed Dad! She almost killed me too! Thomas saved me. We used a syringe on Dad, but he was too far gone. Thomas had to kill him." My heart plummeted into my stomach. I didn't know what to say. Dad was dead.

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!"

The others naturally made no objections. However, when they were splitting the loot, everyone’s gaze was fixated on Dorothy because she was Alex’s wife. They both had four children as well, so she was his legitimate spouse. Thus, they naturally let her choose the loot first. Alex said, “Dorothy, take one first. You’ve just awakened, so you should replenish your vanished and divided soul properly.” Unexpectedly, Dorothy refused. She lightly shook her head as she already knew what kind of existence a bone pattern was. However... she indifferently said, “I don’t need them. These bone patterns are ineffective for me.”

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."

“Don’t bring that up.” “Why not? It’s the truth, isn’t it? But that’s not even what I’m on about. Have you even stopped to think—really think—about what Dorothy’s going through? What she needs? She’s dying in pieces, man. And you keep yelling about schedules and plans like she’s some fucking slot in your inheritance puzzle.”