Black Dahlia Cecil Hotel Novels & Stories

Dahlia shook her head vigorously, "No not him. Can we just leave I promise, you will met him at the club." I drove us to the club which was technically a bar but very decent and charming, it's called 'The Misty' a funny name for a club but it had really good beer and wine. We entered after showing our passes to the bouncers one of whom had a feeling me and Dahlia were underage, we had to show him our ids and when finally he believed us he wanted to take a picture with us. Jenny and Dahlia being wild forced me to pose for the picture and Jenny even winked at the buffed man when he let us in.

Cecilia refused to marry Damian Blackwood, Commander of the Northern Night Watch, after he was struck by a vampire hunter's Eclipse Silver. The poison had corroded his spine and left both his legs paralyzed, and she refused point-blank to honor their families' marriage pact. So my parents slipped sedatives into my dinner and loaded my unconscious body onto the night train heading north. By the time I woke, a blood bond mark had been seared into my wrist. The North was a land of endless snowstorms, where vampire hunters and feral vampires took turns besieging the fortress. The Eclipse Silver had locked down Damian's body, rendering his healing almost useless. To save him, I studied the silve

The manager of the hotel standing in front of the reception to greet all invited guest. When Odette and Dahlia met at the parking lot, they went straight towards the hotel entrance. They were all stunned when they saw the two beautiful women. Dahlia Grey wearing a black red dress covered and crafted a hundreds of diamonds. She was wearing a silver stiletto high heels. She was like totally a Goddesses this night. Odette Regina was wearing a night sky blue long dress with her dress crafted in different kinds of gemstone. She was wearing a unique silver blue high heels that make her liked a Barbie doll.

The Balkan was such an amazing hotel that Amelia wouldn't have been surprised to see a stay there offered as a prize on a TV game show. It was tucked away in a crescent-shaped cove with miniature villas spread out along the beach and a low-rise reception area almost lost in a miniature jungle of exotic shrubs and flowers. There was a doughnut-shaped swimming pool with a bar in the inner ring and stools poking up just above the level of the water. The whole place seemed to be asleep. This was certainly true of the few guests Amelia could see, lying motionless on sunbeds.

The hotel glittered ahead of them, bathed in gold light and glamour. Cameras flashed outside despite the event being private - the paparazzi would never miss the birthday of Dahlia Reyes, the elusive CEO with ice for blood and beauty that headlines fed on. Inside the car, Dahlia exhaled slowly, her eyes fixed on the grand entrance. “I know I look good,” Nate said beside her, adjusting his cufflinks “but don’t tell me I’m making you nervous, wife.”

To my surprise, Cecilia stood on the other side. "I came to return your shirt," she said, handing me the black shirt. "I didn't bring sleepwear last time, and you lent me this." "Would you like to come in for a drink?" I offered, noticing her nervousness, likely due to the upcoming ceremony. She hesitated for a moment but then stepped inside. I retrieved a bottle of Thorn Pack's special wine from the fridge and led her to the balcony. The view from the balcony was a stark contrast to the palace at night. While Black Stone was a city that never slept, with its midnight skies painted in crimson hues, here, the night was an unblemished shade of black.

It was around 3 PM when I finally finished up and decided to get ready for my outing with Cecil and the girls. I chose to wear a simple black maxi dress with thin straps, paired with a white Louis Vuitton bag that complemented the outfit and shoes perfectly. With my attire sorted, I headed out to the location Cecil had mentioned in her text. Platinum 2 was a lavish restaurant, and Cecil had booked it for our afternoon tea, ensuring that we would have the place to ourselves. As I entered, I was greeted by Natalie, Cecil's best friend's sister, who I knew had a history with both Damon and Victor.

Dahlia's expression—first shock, then realization, and finally, fear. "Mrs. Dahlia," Cecilia said, her voice like frost, each syllable deliberate and sharp. "Drink slowly. I'd hate for you to stain the carpet." "S-sorry... " Mrs. Dahlia stammered, clumsily setting the glass down and dabbing at the spill on her skirt. Her heart pounded so violently she could feel it in her throat. She didn't dare look up immediately, but when she finally did, her eyes landed on Sebastian and Cecilia again—and in that moment, she saw them as they truly were.

“Some other time, Tabitha. You’re here to stay, right?” Without waiting for her response, I was across the hallway, making my way to my room after locking up Rosé’s room for good. I heard Tabitha’s retracing steps, headed towards the kitchen. Quickly, I drew out my phone and dialed Cecilia’s number. “I didn’t expect you to change your mind so quickly .” “Cecilia, let’s meet. 7pm tonight.” “Ooh… I’m getting excited, baby.” With a mischievous smirk, I nodded, “Tuna Five-Star Hotels, room 35”

" Liam finally left, leaving Blake feeling like she was fighting alone. Olivia reported to the company in the afternoon. At night, in the villa on the hill, Cecilia wore a sexy lace dress, waiting for a man to arrive. When he did, all the servants were dismissed. Late at night, Cecilia's passionate and sensual moan echoed in the room. In the room with the lights off, the moonlight outside the window was serene. It shone through the window onto the huge bed. In the darkness, the handsome man opened his eyes, gazing at the door.