Sayang Dora Novels & Stories

"Uh, I need to use the restroom." Seeing Felix continue to eat without acknowledging her, Dora grew frustrated. She leaned in, emphasizing her assets. "Hey, can't you at least look at me?" Yet, he still did not respond. Dora decided to drop the bombshell she had been saving for tomorrow's meeting. She whispered, "I have information about a herb called Veilflower." That did the trick. Felix immediately wiped his mouth and looked at her. "You serious?" Dora was annoyed by his previous indifference. Sure, she was not the prettiest, but she had a killer body.

“I have questions about the Daughters of Dawlya.” Morgan and Daxen exchanged wary glances. “Tell me what you know about a sorceress named Sepa,” Mikan continued. Morgan leaned back, thoughtful. “An interesting name to bring up. Sepa was a powerful Dawlya sorceress leader of one of their strongest circles. She specialized in dark magic, forbidden arts. She had one daughter: Solidad. The child tried to match her mother’s strength but never came close.” He paused, his voice darkening. “Sepa was executed personally, it’s said, by the High Mother herself for training two people she shouldn’t have. Trainees outside the bloodline. It caused a schism among the Dawlya.”

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.

“Oh! I remember. The nice, caring one. Dora always said good things about you.” She looked behind me, scanning the room. “Where is Dora?” My smile fell. The nurse glanced between us and quietly excused herself, giving us privacy. I took a shaky breath. “She’s not here. I...” I paused, my voice catching. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Carson. Dora is... Dora passed away.” She blinked. “No... no, that’s not true.” “She...” My voice broke. “She was murdered in China. Someone... shot her in her apartment, and—”

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 .

At that moment, Dora’s eyes held a satisfaction Summer had never seen before. Clearly, Dora had heard everything Summer had said to Frank just now. Now, endless delight flashed in Dora’s eyes. “That child actually wasn’t yours. Hahahaha. Hahahaha…” Her laughter pierced Summer’s heart. “What are you laughing at? He used that child to scheme against you too.” “He did scheme against us. But at least we didn’t lose to Frank.” They had lost to Stella. That was something Dora had to admit. But Summer was different.

Dora and Lisa had to go to the company to get Dora's script for the movie drama. Saying their goodbyes to each other they separated and went towards different directions , Dora was too drunk to notice the grey BMW trailing her from behind , she hadn't come with a car so she was trying to get a cab that would take her home , but for some reason she couldn't seem to get one .

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

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.