Swiper X Dora Novels & Stories

Hunger and fear had made them weak. Before Rowland could speak again, Doria stepped forward. Her movement caught attention at once. She lifted her head and walked into the open space between Rowland and the elders. She did not bow. She did not lower her eyes. Rowland turned to her slowly. “And who are you to step forward,” he asked. Doria did not flinch. “I am Doria Welsh.” Some murmurs moved through the crowd. “I speak for the Sauna pack,” she said clearly.

she insisted, trying to weave a web of necessity around Xavier. His laugh was dark, devoid of any humor. "I will take care of my wife, Mrs. Jackson. Get out!" Defeated, Dora turned on her heel, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she made her way to the guestroom. With hurried movements, she grabbed her luggage, each item tossed inside as a bitter reminder of her failed scheme. She left, her departure as swift as it was silent, retreating back to the Jackson house, where further plots would surely brew.

Rowen asked angrily. "Common I came to see you" Dora replied trying to hug him. "How did you get here? Who gave you my address?" Rowen ask and pushed her slightly from himself. "So far I still remain Dora Williams I know my way around the world" Dora replied with an arrogant smile. "Get out of this place now!!" Rowen yelled. "Common, I'm sorry," Dora said and moved closer to him again. She forcefully dragged him to herself and kissed him hard in the lips.

The kid sneezed, and Damian would probably commission a statue in his honor. "Hey, Damian," I cut in. "Why don't you whip up some baked pork belly for Hugo while it's fresh?" Damian side-eyed Hugo—who was already a step away from rolling instead of walking—and sighed. He looked like he was about to argue, but before he could, I gave Hugo the look. Cue the drama. Hugo flung himself onto the floor, pulling out every toy he owned. "I WANT PORK BELLY! I WANT IT NOW!" he shrieked, totally Oscar-worthy.

She wears a long sleeve see-through shirt. She wears a sun shaped earring on one ear and a moon shaped one on the other. Rachael shouts with joy and confusion. “Mary!”. It is Mary Sullivan. Her former co-worker at Peoples United Bank. “This is Mary everyone, she will alter Dracula's spell for us,” John introduces her. Rachael is baffled. Alter the spell? Mary Sullivan is the witch John was talking about? Rachael begins to wonder how many people in her life are supernatural masking as ordinary people.

"Meh, you didn't even blow its head off, I want a refund." "I can try it with you if you want?" "What can you do with a broken arm? Come here." She approached him, looking a little embarrassed and sulky, and sat down in front of him. Dora put his hands on her forehead and healed her body in green and yellow light. "We need to work on your body strength then, it's a good thing we picked this rift. Sana, give me a hand." The young girl, a little distracted, flinched.

Nara and I pushed deeper into the massive arsenal, the heavy doors groaning shut behind us with a resounding thud. My heart was still racing when a figure stepped out from the shadows near the rear wall. Dora. She stood tall and steady, holding a massive spear in both hands. The weapon was breathtaking, the blade gleaming with an almost unnatural sharpness. Intricate runes ran along its length, glowing faintly. A strange buzz of excitement swelled in my chest. Before I could stop myself, I rushed forward. Dora’s eyes softened as she extended the spear towards me. “Do you recognize it?” she asked.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled, ignoring me like it was second nature. I sighed dramatically, pressing my palms together in mock prayer. “Please, why do you always have to play hard to get?” He glanced at me once, gave the faintest smile, then went right back to scrolling. Ugh. Infuriating. Instinctively, I leaned toward him, and that’s when I saw it. A name flashing on his screen. Candice. My whole body went rigid. So, it wasn’t that he was “hard to get.” There was another woman?

"What? Tenda asked, a hand on her chest in horror while I tried to stop choking. "Take a look at this." Dora said and pointed at something on her phone. "Oh my God, Omg! Omg!" Tenda squealed before she squeazed me in an excited hug. "What's going on? I questioned, a bit confused at Tenda's sudden action. "Check your WhatsApp." Dora grinned. "I'm doing that." I scoffed and showed her my phone's screen. "Not like that stupid, I mean't, check Frank's WhatsApp status," She replied.

Crystal was about to go after him when Dora came running to her with some files in her hands, she stopped in front of her breathing heavily too like she ran a whole track. “Crystal, are you busy?” She asked as she struggled to catch her breath. “I-I am…” Before Crystal could answer her, Dora squeezed the files in her hands. “Wait… what are you doing?” “I’m sorry, someone needs to submit these to Mr. Smith.” She said and before Crystal could return the files, Dora had already run back in the direction she came from, she screamed the next line as she ran. “I will make it up to you!”