Raise Hell Dorothy Novels & Stories

She sat silently for a long while, unmoving, until the clock struck midnight. With the chime of the hour, she stood, calmly picking up the now-cold dishes from the table. Without hesitation, she dumped everything into the trash. It was then that a chilling voice, belonging to the King of the Underworld, echoed from above, carrying a cold, otherworldly air. “Celia Quinn, your seven days are up. Do you regret making this deal with me?” The grim, icy words seemed to fill every corner of the villa. As they faded, Celia let out a faint, bitter laugh. Her soft voice broke the silence.

the presenter giggled "another gorgeous hunk, this is Hozier and Take Me To Church." Millie got out of bed and shrugged her dressing gown on, the emotion of Nick's song tore at her heart, it was so different from how she perceived him to be. She couldn't help but hum along to the song playing in her head as she filled the coffee machine. Determined not to deviate from her plan of filling the freezer with food Millie got on with her cooking. ************************

Dorothy just would not remove her hands. Seeing that she could not break free, Sarah hit Dorothy with her head in the opposite direction— "Ouch!" Dorothy slumped to the ground, losing her grip on Sarah's hair. Then, Sarah sat on top of Dorothy, slapping her face as she shouted, "How dare you pull my hair?! How dare you!" "Ah! Ouch! I'll kill you!" Dorothy flailed her arms. Sarah grabbed Dorothy's hair. "Did you think I can't pull your hair? You came and bullied me! Have a taste of my revenge!"

Kathy yelled and dragged Jon towards the tomb entrance. Their voices echoed strangely in the hall, as if a new room had opened up in it. Footfalls followed them out into the star bright night. The Cold Woman was in the center of the cemetery, dancing on the tip of a pointed gravestone. Kathy clutched Jon close, and he held her back with equal intensity. “Ah seen some messed up stuff,” Louis’s voice drifted in from behind them. “Once saw a kid get a pencil shoved right into his eye, but this beats all.”

“Come on, Dany! Come on, baby! Answer your damn phone!” Charlotte murmured looking suspicious around her. Thank God she was alone on the last floor. Shawn was away and Billy went to search for his runaway bride. Miss Perfection ran the moment she saw Jordan and Billy, as a faithful dog went after her.

Dorothy reached for her torn notes, gathering the shredded pieces on the floor as she tried to calm the growing anger inside her. “Look, even her whore mother died because she didn't want her” Alright, that did it. Dorothy got up and stormed over to Jessica and her friends, fury blazed in her eyes and she could feel Alya taking over. She was tasty for blood and some debt had to be paid. Everyone’s eyes widened as they felt the tension in the air. Just as Dorothy’s hand was about to reach the neck of her target, she came to a halt and turned around as the sound of clapping filled the air.

“You!” “Olivia, don’t be mad. I didn’t get into an accident, and I didn’t go looking for Johnny. Instead, I set a trap for you. You’re still in the palm of my hand, even if you get out of prison. Dorothy squatted and pulled on Olivia’s hair. She grinned and said, “How does it feel? Does it feel good?” “Dorothy, I’ll kill you!” Olivia roared and struggled to resist Dorothy. Then, she bit Dorothy’s arm.

"Welcome to the Hell, Ella" This is when a lone tear escaped my eye.

She cried for what felt like a long time until she suddenly remembered that Wayne had gone to find Larissa! Dorothy almost lost it. She had merely made a few statements in front of the reporters. Now she was deemed mentally ill and had been confined. If Wayne were to pursue Larissa and force himself on her, Gerald would undoubtedly grate his skin off! Dorothy desperately pounded on the door. She yelled, "Let me out! I have some urgent matters to attend to! Open this door right now!" But no matter how hard she yelled or pounded, no one paid any attention to her.