Dorothy Novels & Stories

Dorothy said, coming to stand at the end of an aisle. She folded her arms and this time, she did glare at her sister. “I can’t believe you thought I was judging you. I’m not. I don’t care how many men or wolves you sleep with. What I care about is if you fall for any of them, and I know that can happen.” She tried not to think about Beau as she said that. “I don’t intend to fall for any of them, Eloise,” Dorothy said. “You don’t?”

Her mother was a widow, sickly and lame, and Dorothy in her girlhood had worked in the cotton mills at Langley, and bound shoes for the firm of Newell & Brothers, and rebelled at the fate which had made her so poor and seemed likely to keep her so. But there was something better in store for her than binding shoes, or working in the mills, and from the time when young Frank Tracy came to Langley as clerk in the Newell firm, Dorothy's life was changed and her star began to rise. They both sang in the choir, standing side by side, and sometimes using the same book, and once their hands met as both tried to turn the leaves together

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

The two girls were inseparable. When Dorothy suffered from a mild form of pneumonia, which could have unwanted consequences, it was Elizabeth who took care of her ... Not the intendants, not Miss Blackwood, whom nobody liked, but Elizabeth Edwards. She was the one who tried to lower her fever with wipes rubbed with snow from outside, brought in as many times as it was necessary although it was freezing cold. She often went out barefoot having no time to put on shoes, for Dorothy was like a burning furnace. Poor darling, she used to come back with hands and feet numb from the bitter cold outside, but she did not complain. When sh

My heart keeps on thumping loud and loud and then the door finally opens. But to my utter surprise, Dorothy is just… huh a little girl. “She is just a child,” I say. “What have you thought otherwise? Who would she be?” he asks. I laugh at my own stupidity. Dorothy is just a little child and I thought she might be someone, you see… someone who is a grown up girl, just like us. Behind her stands a lady who is in her mid-thirties She smiles as she sees him and then turns to me with a questionable face.

sit down and grab a beer so we can get to know one another.” Dalton and I walked over to the other chairs that sat across from my dad and Emery. He handed us some beers and we popped them open. The screen door on the front door slammed open and my momma came out with a furious look on her face, “Jesse, you forgot to get me-“ My mom stopped and stared at all of us sitting on the porch and her eyes fell on Dalton. She brushed her fingers through her hair and smiled flirtatiously, “Mija, who is this fine young man?” I looked up at her and rolled my eyes. My mom was a 5’3” fiery Latina with looks that could kill. She had long, curly blonde hair and beautiful hazel eyes. My friends used to tell

Annie returned the gesture and smiled warmly at the brown-haired beauty as she said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you too. May I know your name?” “I’m Dorothy Dawson, your Grace. I’m here as someone’s plus-one. And if I may, your Grace, I have a burning question that I hope you don’t mind me asking.” Her green eyes sparked mischief as her pastel lips curled up into a grin, showing her braces holding the two rows of teeth together. Annie continued smiling as she asked amicably, “What would you like to know, Dorothy?” “How do you do it, your Grace? How do you be okay with…not being able to give the Duke a child?”

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

Mary Redferne As the music throbbed and the chatter of the party filled the air, Judith and I found ourselves tucked away at the bar, indulging in some light-hearted gossip. We sipped on our drinks, occasionally rolling our eyes at the flashy displays of wealth around us—the flashy jewelry, the designer outfits, the pretentious conversations about stock portfolios and exotic vacations. Suddenly, Judith nudged me, her expression eager as she leaned in close. "Mary, there he is," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. "Joshua just walked in. It's time to put first phase of our plan into action."

Shin wanted to ask another question, but he didn't have time to do so because at the same time Dorothy came out of the kitchen with food and drinks. She smiled brightly as she placed the food and drinks on the table, “Eat it while it's warm and ... drink this hot chocolate to make your body much warmer.” “Thank you, Mrs ... Gardner,” Diego and Shin said simultaneously. “I'd rather you call me auntie, Aunt Dorothy. And ... young man, I was never married to Jody Gardner, so ... my name will be the same, Dorothy Winks,” Dorothy corrected. Shin quickly nodded while Dieg