Raise Hell Dorothy Novels & Stories

Peter's loud voice made us all silent and even Dorothy hesitated to talk back. " It's not an issue. It's been sixteen years. It's all over. No matter how much you scream and shout, nothings going to change," Dorothy spoke back, without any emotions. Of course, she won't have. She's back from hell. All she got is dark magic inside her which consumed her.

News of Luther's affair had triggered widespread outrage, and Spencer Group products were being boycotted across the board. Yet Luther remained in the nursery. He refused to leave and was still clutching his phone. He dialed Callista's number again and again, despite knowing it wouldn't go through. He sent one pleading message after another, only to be met with silence. The despair of losing Callista pushed him to the brink of collapse. Just then, the sound of the door opening broke through his daze. Luther instinctively looked up. His heart leapt as a figure stepped inside. The moment he saw a woman, the light finally returned to his eyes. "Honey, you're back?"

“I can’t hand her over to you. I don’t know who you are! What if you’re an organ harvester? Or a kidnapper? Or—Dios mío—some sicko with a van full of duct tape and chloroform!” “I don’t have a van,” I muttered. “You don’t have eyebrows either, but here we are!” My hands flew to my face in horror. Oh, thank goodness. I have eyebrows! “Enough!” Dorothy snapped, clapping her hands like we were preschoolers at recess. “Everyone calm down. Why are we even arguing over this… girl”—she said it like girl was a synonym for “mop bucket”—“when we don’t even know what’s really going on?”

He approached her and crouched down to her level. Rayleigh glared at him. The drool from the Scout Demon streamed down her arm and her shirt tore in multiple places. "Where did you bring me?" She demanded of him. "Oh honey, if you couldn't tell already." He smirked at her as he reached across and grabbed a few strands of her hair between his fingers. "You're in Hell." Her eyes darkened. "That much is obvious, dumbass. Which Hell?"

She grins, “Play?” I chuckle, “Oh, this will be fun!” I walk up to her and snap my fingers. Our clothing vanishes from our bodies. “Wow,” she gasps. “You can do it too, my love.” “Really?” “Oh, yes and so much more,” I said as I grabbed her and she wrapped her legs around me. I walk over the water. She mumbles, no doubt bracing herself for the chill of the water that won't come. She tries to shift herself in my arms, “Patience.” I get far enough out that I know it will cover most of our bodies once I sink into the water. I let us slowly sink down into the water. She wrinkles her nose. I know she thought it would be cold but it's not. In Hell, everything is how my family wills it to be. After

“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.

worried about her feelings? Because sexual harassment is real and if she walks out of here with tears in her eyes and tells the other bartenders that I didn’t even finish it’s going to look bad on all fronts. I don’t need that kind of heat, The Fox Hole is an upstanding place and if people hear that I’m sexually harassing my waitresses and don’t even finish the job, I’ll be investigated and even worse, ridiculed mercilessly by the guys in my circle. A full roast session is not in the cards for me this month, or next. I don’t have the time. Like someone upstairs was listening, my phone rings on the desk and Chantel, bless her heart, keeps sucking like her daddy was Mr. Hoover himself. The va

Mark felt a surge of hope as he turned to look at his mother, his eyes pleading with her to make the right choice. "Why are you bringing my mother into this?" Mark managed to choke out, his voice cracking with fear and desperation. He struggled against his bonds, feeling the blood rushing to his head as he watched his mother tremble in fear. Dmitry's men held her firmly, their cold grips leaving bruises on her arms. The Russian mob boss walked slowly around her, his eyes boring into Mark's terrified expression.

Sasha said still trying to understand the reason they would go that far “I don't feel bad for switching back to them, they were not about to make me look bad in front of many people.” Just as she finished, Helen stormed toward them, her face flushed with anger. She was still wearing Sasha’s gown, and the humiliation she had experienced was clear in her furious expression. “You!” Helen spat, glaring at Sasha. “You drugged me! You put me in that room with Jonathan!” Sasha crossed her arms, meeting Helen’s gaze evenly. “I didn’t drug you, Helen. You drugged yourself. I just turned the tables on you and Jonathan’s disgusting plan.”

I hissed in pain because of his rough hold on me. "I'm asking you very nicely so be quiet little one. Don't make me mad at you." He hissed near my ears. My lips wobble and I started to cry silently. "Please don't do this. Who are you and why are you doing this to me? WHAT DID I EVER DID TO YOU" I screamed at him at the end. He chuckled after hearing me "You know me baby so well and for your last question you are caught by the devil who is so damn ready to take you to his hell."