روايات وقصص ضمن Raise Hell Dorothy

"What else could I do? I just want her dead!" An even louder commotion erupted outside. Anthony bolted from the room in panic. On the ceremony stage, a middle-aged woman shrieked curses. "Filthy whore!" "Homewrecking slut!" Beneath her, Sienna was being slapped over and over again. Sienna's mother, Jenny Rowland, was too fierce. The security guards froze, unsure what to do. Sienna's face was covered in red handprints. Her graduation gown had been torn, revealing the outfit from the photo she'd sent Anthony just days ago.

Malachor's growls vibrated through her, his fangs grazing her jaw now, teasing another bite as he chased his release, determined to flood her with his seed. She could feel him swelling thicker, his hips snapping forward with feral urgency, balls slapping her ass in wet, brutal smacks. The altar groaned beneath them, cracks spiderwebbing from the force, but Elizabeth barely noticed—her world narrowed to the demonic invasion splitting her open, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air, mingling with the salty tang of sweat and the musky reek of their mingled arousal. Her thighs quivered, locked around his waist, pulling him deeper despite the agony, her submissive body craving the destruct

Seeing that her plan had failed, she raised her knife and lunged straight toward me. "You're not dead yet? I'm going to kill you now!" She had completely lost her mind as she rushed toward me. She didn't care about anything else; she just wanted to drag me down to the depths of hell with her. I neatly stepped aside, and Ruth wasn't able to stop herself in time before running headfirst into the massive boulder behind me. She fell to the ground at once, fresh blood pouring from the gaping wound on her head. I pointed at her and said, "Send her to the hospital."

“I can’t see anything from here sir, I promise.” “No, cameras?” “No cameras at all, I would have locked the doors if I knew you were busy,” the man defended. “Come on, let us leave already, we have already traumatized someone,” I said, adjusting my clothes. "Stop biting your lips, it is not happening.” He laughs again and adjusts his clothes. We got out of the car to meet the traumatized man’s eyes. He is trying his best to act normal, but he is failing. We thanked the driver for the ride, and someone was already taking our bags, “welcome to Gold Heights Mr. Duncan, my name is Charles Dolowitz.”

She knows that hardly anyone will be down there, since this morning she helped to bring all the expensive bottles of champagne up to the kitchen – but in her frenzy mood, no one could stop her from doing what she wanted to do. Upon arriving at the big wooden doors, she violently kicks the doors open. The bottles of champagne rattle from the impact when the door bangs against the walls. She strides to the back of the room, grabbing the two most expensive bottles of wine – the wine that he specifically warned her not to touch. Her strong teeth bite into the bottle’s cork, and with ease, she pops the bottle open. The bottle’s cork is sent flying by her spitting it to the other expensive wine co

“You were her first job and you know it. That girl was as innocent as they come. Her name should be Dorothy and Toto should be her sidekick.” “Then why the fuck did you send her to me?” I say with exasperation and pull my hand across my head when Moon grunts at my language. “Oh, please,” Madison says to her husband. “I run your high-class hookers. I put up with their whiney asses complaining daily. ‘It’s my period, my ass is sore from the last time I did anal, he wants to put food in my vejayjay.’” “Stop,” Moon and I say at the same time.

Merry Christmas, Lynn Byrne *** More to come for Damon and Misha. What is hell really like?

His power over her was terrifying, and she didn't know how much more she could endure. As night fell, she lay on the bed, her mind replaying the events of the day. The shattered photo, Dante's fury, his unsettling demand—it all haunted her. She couldn’t shake the image of the beaten man from her mind, his eyes filled with a silent plea. She needed to stay strong, to find a way out of this nightmare. But the more she learned about Dante, the more dangerous he seemed. She couldn’t trust anyone here, not even the maids. She was alone, trapped in a house full of shadows and secrets.

And that… that broke me. Now? Now I’m standing outside Joel’s room. I hear something. A voice. Moaning. I pause. Slowly lean in. Joel’s moaning. He’s on his bed, shirtless. His hand is under the blanket as he whispers into the phone like a creep. “Yeah… yeah baby… slow like that… mhmm…” He’s jerking off. While Dorothy is breaking apart across the hall. While she’s falling into herself and remembering trauma and shaking from the shittiness of everything this monster has done to her.

Dorothy sobs. For some reason, instead of running or even inching backwards, she remains rooted to the spot, pleading softly; “All I did was marry your father. I promise I did not try to steal him from you. Please, listen to me…” “Stop talking, you stupid bitch!” He roars, advancing towards her. “Fucking keep quiet!” “No!” Dorothy continues to scream. “I cannot let you do this. Think about it, Silvan. Please…” The next few seconds play out like a scene from a horror movie — violent, shocking and bloody. Very bloody.