Dr Dolittle Novel Novels & Stories

” I went on with my attempt and plucked out Dolores’ eyes— but then I did it slowly. We have to be careful with these sorts of things. Dolores looked like a one-eyed monster now and sounded like it, as a distorted sound was coming out her mouth. She had no lips to aid her articulation so I couldn’t tell if she was yelling in pain or cheering. Either way, I continued with my decoration. I threw her eyeball to the side where I had kept her hands and then I placed my index finger’s claw on her head and plunged it slowly into her skull, most likely piercing into her brain.

"Dolores lets no opportunity to ridicule me slip her by. What was it that she said?" ...Wasn't that the accusation itself? Seemed like a pretty ridiculing thing to Jia, for Dolly to think Atlas was chasing his assistants' skirts and hopping into bed with them - - from what I hear, though, he's kind of rough and he's shitty at the post-coital cuddling part -

So Dryzen was sent the original manuscript, and he soon discovered that Dahlia had written the story. 20. Dryzen subjects Dahlia to an interrogation so that Dahlia confesses how she wrote the book. Dahlia did not confess because she knew her grandmother's life would be in danger. So Dryzen thought about killing Dahlia because his patience was running out. Just as he was about to kill her, Dryzen showed his true form… And Dahlia was terrified. He passed out... And when he woke up, Dryzen was back to normal. When Dahlia suddenly vomits...

Olive tried as hard as she could to think back into time but the name Jonathan did not ring a bell in her mind. She didn't remember all the names of the people she was sent to harm but, at least something should be able to ring a bell. “Was he from Balendin Pack?” she asked after about two minutes of racking her brain. Next, she heard the lock of the door turning so she stood upright and faced it. The door swung open slowly to reveal a swollen, red eyed Dolly. Her face was wet but still red despite her just washing it in the bathroom.

The one with the fresh flowers and the book I'd never read. I closed the door. Locked it. Leaned against the wood and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. I was his Doll now. He'd made sure of it. The fuck have I gotten myself into? I pulled my knees to my chest and waited for morning. --- End of Chapter 6

He approached me with slow, calculated steps and I came out of my daze. “Hermione Averoff!” His furious growl made me freeze. How did he know me? ------------------------- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Copyright © Rituparna Darolia. All rights reserved. No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the au

“Uncle only said that because he’s worried about Aunt. How could the matriarch of the Hollis family ever be sent to a mental hospital? You’re just joking, aren’t you?” The old lady’s expression softened slightly. She knew Dolores was trying to smooth things over. Dolores was the daughter of her goddaughter—who had died young after marrying poorly—and now, Dolores was the only family member she could truly rely on. Just as the old lady was about to go along with the situation, the woman lying on the bed suddenly woke up. "Honey, Drusilla... I want to see Drusilla, I want to see Drusilla." The woman cried and screamed at the same time. As soon as the name ‘Drusilla’ was mentioned, everyone was

As he shouted in pain with that sneak attack, he fell on the floor absent-mindedly, and later passed out from the immense misery it caused him. "You, sucking old man!" Doll shouted in enthusiasm, as she sought to leave. She walked with difficulty towards the opening she saw earlier, thinking that there should be a way out when she was outside. Once arrived, she gazed on the opened door, but found out mountain after mountains and a sky full of clouds. It looked like she was at the middle of a forest. The wind blew once again. Doll almost panicked after seeing where she was currently standing; she was being kept in a sky prison! The room she was at was a section of a tall building. She looked