Novel & Cerita Dorothy Must Die Series Order

But Stefan, as always, ignored him. Inside the Interrogation Room Dorothy sat across from a stern-looking senior officer. The silence stretched on, thick and unsettling, but she kept her composure. She knew she hadn’t done anything wrong. "We heard you were the last person to see Mr. Finn alive. What happened?" the officer asked, breaking the silence. "Yes, I was," Dorothy nodded. "Then why did he end up dead?" His voice hardened. Dorothy wished she could remember, but she couldn't.

She nodded, still eyeing me cautiously "I just saw that Dahlia left me a message corroborating Edward's words. We just have to wait till they find something." "That's what we will do." I agreed. Probably too quickly because she cast me a curious glance "What do you know that I don't, Aiden?" "Dorothy isn't the witch. I heard her heart stop beating. If she's alive and parading around now, it's as a vampire. Without magic. The witches helping her and her cohorts are still a part of the witch order. Of high rank. Moles. That's why they've never thought of this angle of tracking the portals till now. That's why I know that they'll also know what we know now and it'll be almost impossible to trac

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

"Meghan, you should know by now that promises only count when there's love involved. Meghan, I don't love you anymore." "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" She suddenly fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. "This is all my fault… I never deserved you…" Just as I was about to help her up and give her some closure, I caught a flash of metal in the corner of my eye. My heart skipped a beat. I shoved Meghan to the ground and took a quick step to the side. "Julian! I'm going to kill you!" I didn't expect Gerald to come at me wielding a knife.

However, as bizarre as that sight was, it was nothing compared to what lay in the snow next to them. At first Emily thought it was her husband, his skull cracked open in twilight once more. Only no. It couldn’t be. The Ministry no longer exterminated the infected in their homes, dragging them out into the streets and slaughtering them like dogs as they had her husband. In fact, Jordan was the last person to have his life prematurely ended that way in all fifty states. It was his death that led to the revolt, catching the entire country off guard. Emily had been proud of South Carolina then, despite their betrayal coming from those very streets—from people she had trusted no less. The zombie

I screamed into the phone, "Jessica, are you insane? Do you really need us to die before you'll believe me? You saw what happened to us last time!" She let out a cold laugh. "That was just your ploy to seize power. I already checked with Iris. Nothing's wrong at home. You're ruthless and heartless. I won't fall for it again. If anything happens to Mom, it's your own doing!" My heart sank. Our housekeeper, Iris Sutton, had taken leave a week ago to return to her hometown. There was no way she could know what was going on at home. Before I could retort, the sharp tone of the disconnected call rang out from the phone.

It was my death certificate. Mom picked up a pen but didn't sign. Instead, she threw it heavily to the ground and tore the document apart until it was in pieces. She said, "I'm not signing it. Flora isn't dead! Why should I sign a death certificate for someone who's still alive?" Then, Mom yanked Cindy up from the floor. "Come home with me. Flora pulled this stunt when she was younger. She jumped into the river and made everyone think she was dead. And what happened? Didn't someone send her back the very next day?"

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m