Raise Hell Dorothy Novels & Stories

We took Nivi to hospital and waited for her test results. Each and every second I stood outside of every test room was like I am passing through an eternity. Under me it was hell of fire where I was burning in that. There is no hell or heaven after death it's all in our life. Now I am getting all punishments for what aI did to that girl and I am in hell. Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire.

Her every pain, every miseries, now her nightmares, her struggles started flashing in my head making it hard for me to stop her feel pain. Her cries and pleads were reminding me, how much devil I was towards her. A painful roar released from her throat and more memories ran in front of my eyes. I clutched Dharani in my arm tightly. I shook her "Wake up damn it! Dharani!!" I shouted on top of my lungs. Suddenly she went silent...... Oh my god, what happened to her? She was unconscious. The view in front of me brought a huge pain my chest. I held her soft body in my arms.

Which is the last thing I want to be. When I blink, I see her in the car again. Broken and bleeding. Then I blink again, and I see the arc of the crowbar coming down on Jack’s knee. Again, Violet is up against a tree. Again, and she’s in my car, blood welling up on her thigh. I shake my head to dislodge those images. The violence I crave versus the woman dancing before me. “I see you,” she says. Her head whips around with each spin, up on her toe. She turns breathtakingly fast, but she doesn’t lose balance.

"Oh, so just because I had a little fun with Fiona before the wedding, you’re gonna throw it all away?" I was speechless. My dignity was a "little fun" to him. I regretted every second of those three years. If I hadn't understood Sicilian, I’d still be his pawn. Fiona started screaming, lunging at Damian, trying to frame him. "Damian, are you even a man? Hitting a woman!" She pointed at me, shrieking for the benefit of the tourists. "Look at her! She abandoned her husband! She’s a gold-digger sleeping with her own brother!"

"What is Zach up to?" This singular, persistent inquiry reverberated through Dryzza's mind, lingering even after she crossed the threshold of her solitary abode. Residing in solitude, her only companionship emanated from her faithful feline, Ginger. The day's encounters with Zachary had drained her both physically and mentally. As the revelations unfurled before her, she found herself incessantly questioning the very foundation of her beliefs. "To hell with that demonic tragedy," she hissed, making herself comfortable on her bed. Ginger hopped onto her tummy, purring softly.

“You hurt my son. I can not let any of you off. Or did you really think Anna is the only one I prepared this whole grand surprise for?” Lifting the pointer, Felix stared at my palm. I pressed hard. The screen lit up again. I choked; tears blurred the screen. “Watch!” My voice cracked through the hall like a whip. “Devils aren’t in hell. They are standing right here. In front of me.” I didn’t dare look up. William’s cries echoed from the giant screen above us. Every sound punched through my chest. My nails dug into my palms. Focus, Rebecca. Around the room, gasps rippled like shockwaves. Some watched the screen with trembling hands over their mouths.

From what Dorothy has told us: I’m winning. I sit beside her at the table. Logan sits behind me, offering me the support. I need to get through it. When I need to, I turn around and look at him, his steady gaze keeping me grounded in reality. “What these people have done is perverse and sick,” Dorothy argues to the jury, passion evident in her voice. “They do not deserve this woman’s inheritance. They do not deserve to reap in the luxury that she deserves!” I flinch at Dorothy's words. They hold the truth in them. The ugly truth that my family has plotted against me, wishing for nothing but my demise in this prolonged soap opera plot that I'm living out.

SUSAN DAVIS, ALLORA’S TOP MODEL, AND DAMIEN MARTINELLI OF STAR ENTERTAINMENT ARE GETTING MARRIED! Time slowed. The honk of a car beamed loudly. Zia Hidalgo’s body slowly sank and just before her head hit the ground, a strong arm encircled her.