Dorothy Novels & Stories

I and my brothers ran towards her and hugged her tight. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Shaw asks for any kind of injury. "You've got us worried, love." Sawyer whispers in her ear. "What were you doing in this forest, Dora?" I ask and realize that my brothers do not approve of my attitude of questioning her. "A woman appeared to me when the coven was doing the performance of homage to the moon." She began to justify herself, embarrassed. "She signaled me to follow her, and when the performance was over I came after her."

When it comes down to thinking about Love, people get confused. I am taking the dance shoes you bought once from me. I am taking a few more things with me which will remain with me forever. In return I have nothing to give you except some painful memories from my end. But I grew a small bunch of Daffodils down there at the side of the lawn these days. Take care of them as they were my favourite. You know Daffodil means rebirth or hope. They struggle through the winter to come in Spring in order to decorate our nature with its colour of happiness.

Austin's calm demeanor left them both astonished. But astonishment aside, knowing what was about to happen, neither could remain as calm as Austin. "How dare you!" Mona's sharp voice suddenly erupted. "This is Ms. Dorothy's residence. How dare you defile it!" Ms. Dorothy? Defile? Austin coldly smiled, seeing how Mona wielded her authority to its fullest. He suddenly turned around and saw Dorothy being supported by Mona and Mason as she walked out from the inner hall. "Ms. Dorothy? Who at 70 or 80 years old is still called Miss? That term has a different meaning thes

—“when we don’t even know what’s really going on?” Her sugary tone wrapped around the insult like a knife wrapped in frosting. My fists curled. Connor, breathe. “She’s right here,” I said tightly. “We can just ask Ivy if she knows me.” Dorothy let out a delicate snort, the kind that was born in salons and funded by alimony checks. “Ask her?” she said, laughing. “Sweetheart, she doesn’t even remember to wear slippers most days. That girl barely knows how to sweep in a straight line—”

Why I was telling a stranger about this, I don't know, but I need someone to let it off. "What's your name?" "Max. Max Kendal, Ma'am" "Well max I'm Dorothy and this is Winston, my husband. We live 6 hours away from here and today was a last-minute decision to come by," she says with a smile. Winston sits down next to Dorothy and holds her hand as she takes mine in her hand. "Who were you visiting?" I ask her, looking into her Grey eyes. She's definitely got this old, happy lady vibe going on.

, “Are you happy?” “I couldn’t be any happier.” She steps in front of me, “Dorothy confused me at first. She sees things in a different light to others, but she is a good kid. What may seem obvious to you, may not to her and vice versa. She doesn’t always know when she should keep things to herself. She sees things on a deeper level. I mean, I don’t even know what she fully sees, maybe souls like Brax, maybe more. What I do know is, she has never been wrong.”

On her way home, she was marching on like a soldier heading on to war, her eyes were turning red and she didn't stop to answer Abigail who was screaming out her name from afar, nor the market people stopping to wish her on her scheduled marriage. An older woman who had sight her coming from afar quickly got inside the shop to bring out the present she had prepare for her daily buyer. As Anna nearest her store, she stretched out the present, ready to give her already composed speech. "Anna, I wish you..." The present flew and fell to the ground, it's contents spilling out as Anna walked by, without stopping to say a word. Abigail who saw what happened, moved closer to the old woman who finds

Noah stood still, his hands breaking out in cold sweat, his heart racing but he didn't want to get his hopes up. "Greta! the room is ready!" shrieked a woman in a neat dark blue suit. "Got it, boss! umm, Rachel, Noah, this is Dorothy, she is the lead of the household int this mansion. She is the key that is running everything in this place, if not for her everything would be very messy and chaotic. Dorothy smiled, showing the Winkles on her face. "Greta is always over reacting! Don't listen to her, I'm just a maid who's been cleaning her poo since she was a baby!" joked Dorothy.

Now, it was just the three of us in the dining hall, with Sebastien glancing at me before softly pulling out a seat. “Well… Sebastien,” she slurred slightly. “You would have told me what you wanted for breakfast.” “Hmm…” He responded nonverbally, holding the warm cup of coffee Klein had brought for him earlier. She continued, “You know, my Dorothy is a ballerina, and what she puts in her mouth matters a lot.” She kept babbling while I took small glances at Uncle Sebastien, whose gaze remained on the black coffee in the white mug. I doubt he was listening to a word she was saying.

Chapter 69 Nora's POV Dorothy Marsh was eighty-one years old and lived in a retirement community forty minutes south of the county four site. Ethan found her on Sunday. He called me at noon, his voice carrying that familiar, barely-contained energy he got whenever a weekend of digging through records finally paid off. Dorothy had retired from nursing in 2003. She had two daughters, five grandchildren, and—according to her youngest daughter, whom Ethan had reached through a community health network contact—she still read medical journals every week and gently corrected people when they used outdated terminology.