Torn Apart Dorothy Roberts Novels & Stories

I had to go shopping and then prepare lunch for the kids before going to pick them up from school. But my plans were ruined when Dori texted me saying I had to take her shift because she was out of town. Ugh! The nerve! I had no choice. I had to wait. Later in the evening, I was exhausted from working all through the day without assistance. Thankfully, the other girl who was supposed to be on leave showed up so I left the shop in her care.

she muttered. She picked up a small rock and tossed it into the water, watching the ripples spread. "He doesn’t understand the urgency of this!" she gritted her teeth. "Calm down? That’s all he had to say?" She clenched her fists. "They killed my parents! They made me an orphan!" Her voice echoed through the trees, raw with pain. Then—something strange happened. The water in the lake rose, swirling unnaturally before going completely still. Hazel gasped, scrambling backward. "What the hell…?"

The room had turned silent. Kelvin stared into her face. "Explain." "She never told me the whole story," Doris said. "Just pieces here and there. That she used to work behind the scenes. Fixing things. Cleaning up after. That she set something in motion once, accidentally, that made Rita lose everything she'd fought so hard for over Lilian, who Kelvin’s mind was racing. The shell corporations. The phony charities. The silent funds streaming in through people like Rita—women who worked behind the scenes while men like Darcy pushed to the fore.

Dawn holds the girl and picks up the bread. "Good, catch that little thief, the man shouted. The little girl looks at Dawn and struggled. "Let me go and I won't hurt you" "Hmm feisty are we" Dawn smiles at her and the man was getting close to them. "I'm sorry please let me go. Don't hand me over and that bread, please ". Dawn looks at her and took several steps back, she handed her the bread and spoke to close to her ear "run, and don't look back" then she let her go.

She felt sorry for all she had put the young girl through. "Please make it quick, we were in the middle of a meeting" Mrs Harry said with a smile and left. Doris ignored her and focused on her niece. “What are you doing here?” Roberta demanded in a whisper and pulled Doris to a corner. “I saw you crying and you hadn’t replied to my calls or texts, is everything okay?” Roberta smiled a little. “Of course everything is okay. I cried because my mother had called and she told me her lizard was dead. I didn’t replied to your text or calls because I know I’m being watched and followed”

It was unusually beautiful that she thought what was meant to call her up from sleep early might be the cause of her waking up late in the morning, because, definitely, she could stay up all night watching it. Five minutes later, she saw a large, spinning whorl gradually emerging from beneath. Then she watched the planets spiralling into it. The whorl grew larger and larger as it swallowed the planets. She suddenly began feeling drowsy while she watched the drama, yawning and trying to keep her eyes wide. When the star spiralled into the whorl at last, Frances's eyes began to deem unrestrained. The whorl gradually began a disappearance, and her eyes got ever heavier. She finally fell into de

John roared through gritted teeth. In the past, Olivia would have given in. However, she suddenly refused to do so. Dorothy did this to her. There was no evidence for her parents' death, and she could not get Uncle Wallace's body. Dorothy also made her lose her baby. Her marriage existed in name only. What else did she have left? Why should she be a coward if she was dying anyway? "What's the matter? Are you trying to hit me again? Or do you want something?"

Isn't this just a restaurant? "Since my divorce from my ex-husband, I've sworn never to let any other woman snatch a man from me. You won't see him tonight. Go home. It's not safe out there." Dorothy strolled over to Rowena, and she saw the child in her arms. The infant appeared unperturbed by the tense ambiance, placidly sucking on a pacifier despite the presence of a peculiar man and woman. Dorothy reached out a finger toward the child, and the petite, chubby hand promptly reached up, grasping her finger.

Avery sat on the edge of the bed, watching Dorothea's chest rise and fall in a fragile sleep. Two soft, haunting knocks sounded at the door. She opened it a crack. The hallway was a corridor of shadows. No one was there. She looked down. Dorothea's stuffed rabbit was lying askew on the floor by the door. One of its ears had been sliced off—a clean, surgical cut. It smelled faintly of formaldehyde. Beside the mutilated toy was Dorothea's drawing. The stick figure's head had been blacked out with a violent, obsessive charcoal scribble.

“I know the whole thing with Fallon didn't turn out the way you had hoped, but I can't believe you kept this from me.” “You involved Father…” “Only because she was digging into the company.” Dorothy cut in angrily. She sharply faced me. “You haven't been looking into the secrets of the company's business, have you?” I shot her a pointed look. “I wouldn't say yes even if I was.” Dorothy rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to Ledger. “You certainly have a type.” I flinched at that, but Dorothy wasn't done. “I warned you several times that something about her didn't seem right, but you ignored me until it was almost too late.”