Raise Hell Dorothy Novels & Stories

The room spun around me. My eyes blurred with unshed tears as I touched my cheek, still burning from the slap. “You apologize over every silly mistake, Dorothy!” she yelled. “Do you know what I had to do to clean up your stupid mistake?” I cowered in pain, physically and emotionally. I tried standing, but I couldn’t. “Stand up when I’m talking to you.” Her voice cracked slightly. “Stop making me hurt you.” I forced myself back onto my feet, rubbing my cheek and swallowing back the tears threatening to fall.

Hilda grinned not at all bothered, which made Amren wonder if Hilda was ever scared of a thing. Albert smirked "You don't expect me to cower do you?" Facing the three witches who just intruded, Albert said to them "Miss your fingers and dare to shoot at me, then you all be ready to bury a corpse" he commented but the witches didn't relent as they were shot instead but Albert pushed Hilda forward and the arrow pierced her arm and she groaned out. The witches dropped their arrows and bow when seeing that Hilda was hurt, they regretted it but it was too late as Albert slit her throat and she fell to the ground, blood gushing out of her throat, and the bowl fell from her hand.

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.

Dorothy yelled loudly. She opened her purse and reached for something inside before tossing it at Alex’s face. It was a condom from Durex. Alex felt even more pain in his heart when he grabbed it with his hand. “Dorothy, that’s not it. I just think that getting a divorce…” Alex said. “I don’t want a divorce. I don’t want it!” Dorothy screamed. “Listen to me,” Alex said. “I won’t listen. Don’t force me. Do you want me to die? Fine, I’ll die in front of you!” She screamed.

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.

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.

It was a piece of my dress. "Mr. York, Mrs. York could really be in trouble. There was an earthquake in the backyard last night, and it seems like she fell into a fissure…" Tears streamed down Fleur's face. Jason slapped her. The crisp sound resounded through the living room. The poor servant's face swelled up immediately. "Are you really still playing along with her schemes? Do you have a death wish?" "Yeah, witch. Open your eyes. Jace is the one with power here," Jean added.

"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.

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.