Shrek #doris Novels & Stories

“I can sense the turmoil within you, Valeria. It is essential to face the truth, no matter how challenging it may be.” Doris then walked to a wall and placed her hand on something, revealing a hidden staircase leading to an unknown destination. “Follow me,” she instructed. Curiosity leading her on, Valeria followed the elderly woman down the stairs and into a breathtaking library. Unlike the simple cottage above, this place was a marvel of design and knowledge. Neatly arranged shelves held numerous books, leaving Valeria wondering if Doris had read them all. In one corner, a globe adorned with markings caught her eye. It seemed to indicate the locations of werewolf territories around the wor

Doris giggled and came out. Tessa smiled, ran to her, and held her hand, watching Doris' face beam with joy. "Come on..." Tessa said and swerved her neck a bit to the right. "Yeah... Let's go" Doris whispered. TBC

I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out. “But he put me back down after a while, though.” “Not you, the doll,” I interrupted, “Stop referring to the doll as yourself. We don’t want any merging happening here.” “Enough with your superstitions,” he retorted. “So why did you call me?” He did not reply. “You know… It was fine this afternoon when we went to see that movie. Maybe someone put me… I mean, put the doll down?” “That’s very kind of them.” “Very kind indeed,” He repeated, “But also, I feel really sore now. I’m shaking like I just ran 5km.”

"It's not -" "Sex hair? Smudged lipstick? Who the fuck do you think you're lying to?" Her voice was hard as she spoke to Doris. I was still trying to see her face. She had the same body frame as Roberta but her hair got me confused cos it was blond and Roberta was a brunette. "Pleaseee" Doris begged shamelessly as tears streamed down her face. "Get out!" She screamed at Hudson who hurriedly walked away I, myself was about to leave too when the lady spoke again and turned towards me.

It was like a dream come through for Doris. "Yes, Yes!!! I want to hang out" "How about this evening? Let's say five pm?" "Thats fine by me" "Okay then, we will see" Once he hanged up, Doris jumped up from the bed and squealed in happiness. She was going to be hanging out with the hottest guy ever! She couldn't wait to tell Thea and Elena about this. **

The woman stomped her feet in excitement before hugging them tightly. She had borrowed a computer from Carrie a week ago to look up Dorothea on social media and let her know she was going to Southshire. “Are you our Auntie Dory?” Earl asked. “Yes, Earl. I’m your momma’s best friend.” “Why are we just meeting you now?” Dory looked up at her, pouted, and rolled her eyes, “Because your mom is really good at hiding. She even cuts off connections without a word.” “I miss you, Dory.” Liz wrapped her arms around her best friend who didn’t protest but instead hugged her back tightly, quietly sobbing on her shoulder.

she beamed lowly, with excitement in her voice. Steve Smith? Who the hell is that? “I just wish I will be the one serving him tonight. I can't wait to be wrapped around his strong arms and make him scream my name as I take him to cloud 9,” Doris lustfully said, dimming her eyes and rolling her tongue. I could tell from her facial expression that she was already imagining that Steve Smith on top of her. “Steve Smith? Who's that?” I asked. I couldn't help, but be curious as to who could have turned Doris on even in her absence.

As if his dragon clamored him from the inside to make love to his mate, Brishor straddled her and caged her throat. He leaned down to kiss her ear, her cheeks, her nose and then her lips. She trembled in his grasp. Slowly, he slipped his finger inside her slick core, as Chezzal watched his mates.

It was like a perfume made of different kinds of flowers’ serums. “So dramatic!” Kate who just passed by rolled her eyes. She was holding Dorothy’s hand while walking. The latter directed her camera at us. She was taking a video of us. “Gold digger Amara Beltran and witch, curse, and mentally ill Serra Hilario on your screen, everyone.” Dorothy brought her fingers inches away from her lips and gigled mockingly. She wasn’t contented and approached us. She snatched the sketchpad out of Amara’s grasp.

Doris clawed my shoulders hard. Her eyes were screwed shut; her face scrunched hard with her intense effort to keep herself together against the onslaught I was giving her. "Come on, baby. Break for me. Let yourself be carried away, overwhelmed. Give me those tears." She shook her head vehemently against the mattress. "Oh yes. Give it to me." Doris shook her head again. Denying me. Refusing to let our souls fuse with the soul-shattering power we were racing toward. Her facial expression got even more painful as she tried to resist what we were both barreling toward.