Sayang Dora Novels & Stories

We chit chat and smile happily as we continue to walked deep ,ready to face the route to our usual spot but was blocked by the figure standing far away from us in the dark . "Why are you still up "Tendra voiced came in ,as Dora then turned the lights on . She bows her head to her and then turned to me ,a smile on her face as she also bows to me before she finally walked off . "Why are you still up ,is he gone ?"that was the first question I asked her ,as she smile at me . "Sure he is ,and that look on your face isn't that jealousy?"she asked , causing me to run to her and cover her mouth with my hand .

“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—”

“These are the transfer documents… Go on and make Anderson’s group yours as you always wished.” Dora nodded and cleaned her tears. She crouched and picked up the documents. “There is a ship waiting for us to leave… We could all leave and go live happily somewhere far from here,” she said, and Damon stared at her in disbelief. Did she really think he would follow her? “Just call Audrey to come with us… Let’s leave before we get surrounded by the cops.” Dora added, she had already built a perfect world in her mind with her kids in which she was an heiress sitting and swimming in gold…eating with cutlery made of just gold.

The effort drained what little strength I had left. "Hang in there. Just a little longer," Jared grunted as he pried at the elevator doors. His figure blurred in my vision. I didn't know how much time had passed before the doors finally creaked open, revealing a narrow gap. "Go, Sophia," Jared called out, his voice strained. "Can you crawl out? Don't worry about me. I just want you to live." My mind was foggy, a faint ringing in my ears signaling the lack of oxygen. I had imagined my death from cancer but never from being trapped in a broken elevator.

When it comes down to thinking about Love, people get confused. I am taking the dance shoes you bought once from me. I am taking a few more things with me which will remain with me forever. In return I have nothing to give you except some painful memories from my end. But I grew a small bunch of Daffodils down there at the side of the lawn these days. Take care of them as they were my favourite. You know Daffodil means rebirth or hope. They struggle through the winter to come in Spring in order to decorate our nature with its colour of happiness.

Dora says with pride, “And it makes sense to protect it. That is the reason for everything that I did.” “So, just to be clear,” the judge says, clearly attempting to conceal his revulsion at her words, but failing miserably, “You attempted to abduct and kill two young children and their mother so that your bloodline remained pure?” “Of course I did,” Dora replies in frustration,” That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I was going to then force my grandson to bed the greatest women in all of our lands, and produce offspring that would have made the Goddess herself weep for joy. But my idiot ex-husband had to ruin everything. He tricked me, you know. But he will pay for that. They all will!

He was not a bad looking man, yet she had her eyes only on one of the Reyes, Luciano. “I am Dora. A friend of Luciano and Isabella”, Dora said, as she played with her fingers. Her heart kept on pounding in her chest. For a second, she thought it would come out through her mouth as she spoke. “I saw Isabella coming this way while I was heading back to town. It was unusual, so I thought she was in trouble.” “So why do you think she is not in trouble any more?”

I didn’t fall for his crap. His wolf glared at Dora, unleashing a feral bark. The blood trickling from his neck and side caused him to look like a hound from hell. And thinking that Sia thought he was handsome once upon a time. My poor Sia had– “I didn’t think so!” Cal growled, replying to my thought. “I meant Sia, Cal, not you. I know you wouldn’t fall for any sexy tail.” Dora circled him, her steps careful and deliberate. She was the most gracious and ahem… gold hunter I’ve seen.

I told her while kissing her forehead. "I had a great day." She responded happily. I put my hand on my chest feigning sadness. "So you dint miss mommy too?" Dahlia giggled and shyly hid her face in the crook of my neck. "I missed you more mommy." "Okay, enough of the mommy-daughter bonding, or more like Tori-Dahlia drama, can we get going now?" Susan joked and i burst out laughing. "Sure thing." ***** ZACH'S POV

Puc had handpicked them exactly for moments like this. He clicked once over the comm. “Ghost One reporting. Dawlya perimeter wards unstable. Confirm visual?” Three double-clicks answered. His squad saw it too. They descended. The approach to the Dawlya enclave had always been treacherous twisted stone, black sand, and thin patches of magical distortion. Tonight, the distortions flickered like dying embers. Whatever the Dawlya council had done, whatever ritual they attempted, whatever circle they tried to seize or restrain had torn chunks out of the very ground.