Sayang Dora Novels & Stories

She briskly walks out of my room, leaving me anxious and dreading about being poked and talking with Elder Lilia again. Sitting in my room waiting for Dr. Solum to come up at any moment. I hear this tiny whispering sound next to my ear. I look over my shoulder towards my window where the sound seems to have carried from. Standing up I peer out my window, feeling my eyes be drawn to the moving trees, I see this small privy of smoke swaying in the breeze, when that tiny whisper rings out " Come to me Sarah, I need you by my side." My body moving on it's own accord I unlock my window getting it slightly open when Dr. Solum's voice booms out from the doorway " Good afternoon Sarah," making me ju

I close my eyes shut and open them. Dora's eyes filled with tears, she slowly kneels in the middle of the road, there was still a little black stain on the ground from the accident, she uses her shaky hands to touch it "I don't want to believe you're the one who's gone". I walk close to her and place my hands on her shoulder "soon everything will be revealed" my eyes suddenly caught something, it was an old man with a homeless look, sited in a small wooden caravan, selling some very cheap fake jewellery.

FORTY-SEVEN: Bled White Santorini was white, as though an artist scraped away Fira’s colors to rediscover the canvas underneath. Empty streets and not even the sea made a sound. Diana fell in love with the city on her travels before landing in Australia. It soothed her, made her whole again after her mother’s death. Now, she felt like Dorothy coming back to the Emerald City only to find it home to vandals and all her friends turned to stone. There was no queen with a hundred heads here though. Only silence.

Lena told her and hugged her tightly . "Thank you Lena ,I don't know what I would have done without you in my life ,I guess it was a good thing that I met you here "Dora told her and nodded standing up. . "So what are we going to do now? Don't tell me that we are taking the next flight up to US tomorrow "she asked looking at the girl who was crying just some moment ago . "I would never let that man get married to my mom ,it's either I stop that marriage or I tell him about his pregnancy and when I do she will have to end no matter what whether she likes it or not "Dora told her friends and she nodded smiling .

She turned around and started walking aimlessly down Decatur Street until she heard a familiar voice screaming. “Help, help!” the voice kept screaming, and though she felt like she knew the voice, she could not place where it was coming from. She looked up and around her, that’s when she noticed that she was at the crossroads and in front of her, tied to a tree was Sean and beside the tree was Legba. Legba snapped his fingers and suddenly the tree was on fire and Sean screamed louder for help. The very next second Legba appeared next to Claudia. “He has hurt you, child of mine, hasn’t he?” Legba asked and at her nod he asked, “Do you know what happens if you die in someone else’s dream, espe

Delfina folded her arms under her chest fighting her smirk as his eyes drew to her breasts which lifted at the movement. “I’m sorry.” He started. “What is her favorite song?” Carma cut off his apology. “What?” he turned confused eyes to Carma. “Delfina’s favorite song. What is it?” “I don’t know, why?” “Favorite color?” “Where are you going with this?”

The next morning, she heard from Lucas’s assistant that Vanessa had suffered a miscarriage. … Vanessa sat weakly atop the horse, her voice hoarse as she pleaded for mercy. From the raised platform, Lucas idly toyed with a lighter, his expression unreadable. Only after a long pause did he finally light his cigarette as he decided to let her go. Desperate, Vanessa reached for him, unwilling to accept her fate. But all she received in return was a cold, mocking sneer.

"I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.” I slipped off my coat, revealing a tattered red gown beneath it, and the white bandage wrapped around my ankle. "A rose blooming in the rain, who could ever bend its beauty?" Rising onto the tips of my toes, I leaped into the rain, the night sky embracing me like a vast, open stage.

Dora held Sara by the elbow and lead her out of the cells, Outside was what looked like a blood bath, many people were laying everywhere dead, Dora couldn't even make up which of the people belonged to her father and which didn't, she turned to Sara “Who did you come with?" She asked, “David, oh my God, I hope he isn't dead" She exclaimed “So you still love him?" Dora shook her head in disappointment " Of course not. I don't love any of these men, not your father and definitely not David” Sara snapped. Has they made their way, The Don was following behind at a distance, Dora took Sara to the bank shore where they found a number of boats she assumed David and his men had used. She and Sara go

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.