Novel & Cerita Black Dahlia Cecil Hotel

At this moment, Caleb was naturally unable to answer Victoria's call. He had spent a lot of effort to arrange a meeting with Orlaith Taylor at the hotel. The hotel room was meticulously decorated in advance. From the entrance to the terrace, the path was covered with pink champagne roses, filling the room with a pleasant floral scent. On the spacious terrace, the white railing was draped with flowers. In the center of the terrace was a long table adorned with a vintage candelabrum. Under the flickering candlelight, an array of exquisite dishes looked especially appetizing.

It is surrounded by peonies, lavender flowers, and other exotic flowers and rocks and is constructed of uniform stones with lovely black railings. A breathtaking Cecilia descended the stairs, the low-lying fog giving the impression that she is coming from the clouds. Cecilia is great in her opulent, nearly see-through off-shoulder mermaid dress, which embraces her lovely, lean figure and makes her stand and move like a dancer. Her hair was styled in a really attractive way, elongating her lovely face and highlighting her broad shoulders with a large bun on top of her head that looked a bit disheveled but exquisite.

I reply, my tone indifferent. Her eyes dart between Meg and me as she steps closer. “How could I miss such an important day?” Meg’s displeasure is evident as she says coldly, “We’re in the middle of choosing a necklace, Cecilia. Maybe you could come back later.” But Cecilia smiles, undeterred. “I’m just here to help.” She turns to me. “Let me take a look.” She picks out a necklace adorned with colored gemstones, the vibrant hues contrasting beautifully with my black dress. She fastens it around my neck and beams. “It’s stunning. Let’s go into the daylight to see how the diamonds catch the light.”

Dira’s POV - And then I met him. The moment I stepped inside the hotel, I smelled something delicious. It must be the food they will be serving. I follow the rest of the guests towards the dining hall. The doors open, and we are welcome in. Everything is majestically decorated, not ostentatious. The drapes adorning the entrance are cream, contrasting with the rest of the decoration. Calla Lily decorates the tables while blue hydrangeas, hyacinths, sweet peas, and hibiscus form and adorn the arc around the stage lifted for the occasion.

He scan everywhere throughly from where he stood but got no aura that indicates danger so he walk inside to the club and straight to the room he share with Cecil. He pulled off his shirt tiredly and laid on the bed waiting for Cecil because he knows fully well she would have perceived his scent. The door open slowly and Cecil walk in smiling, she wore a pink short and a small top that revealed almost all her body. Hayden's beast who usually growl when he saw Cecil stay muted to the surprise and frustration of Hayden. Cecil smile sheepishly before pulling off her short slowly. " I know you will come back " She said seductively while staring at Hayden's chest.

The first balcony is the least popular spot to meet up since it located in the very northeast of the main corridor. For Cecilia, it seems like Max doesn't want anyone to know about the meeting. "Yeah, okay." "What happened?" He asked when noticed her gloomy face. "It's okay. I just want to take a bath." Max smiled because she looks so cute when pouted. "Well, let's found your soap, first." Cecilia nodded. But before she can't answer, her eyes catches something interesting. There are several flower's names which written on a small blackboard in front of a seed store.

It's like she's Celeste’s twin. “She's not Celeste,” he uttered and blew out some air. “Then who is she? Of course, she can't be Celeste because she's dead! Fuck! I should stop drinking alcohol,” he said and stole Sean's coffee that Dahlia made for him. “She's my new secretary, Dahlia Savedra.” He introduced her. But then, Ford was still bewildered. “How?” He walked slowly in front of him with his fingers glued under his chin. “How can someone who exactly looks like Celeste exist?” He mumbled. It was also the question that roamed in Sean's mind when he saw Dahlia yesterday.

Alfred found the clothe in Chevy’s belongings, Chevy was a classic playboy so there were no shortage of women stuffs in his luggage. As ivory approached the door to leave, she shook her head and turned around. ‘the reason why I visited you was to tell you that I want you to be in my team, I plan to go to Buklime mountain to gather some herbs and the ice lotus for merits point and I’m currently teamless...you can also tell your friends to join…if you want to’. Having said this she turned around and left. Immediately she left, Alfred jumped on the bed, grabbed his hair and used his head to hit the bed as he knelt on the bed.

Kailey was as much a part of this pack as I was, and she wasn’t about to let Cecilia upset what we had worked so hard to build. Together, we made our way across the room. The crowd seemed to part for us, feeling the stress in the air. By the time we reached Cecilia, she had already straightened, her lips twisting into a sly smile. “Alpha Ezekiel. Luna Kailey,” she greeted, her voice smooth as silk. “What an… impressive event.” “What are you doing here, Cecilia?” I asked simply, not bothering with pleasantries. She faked a look of surprise, putting a hand on her chest. “Why, Ezekiel, I’m here to celebrate, of course. Isn’t that what tonight is about?”

"Ah, now my brain remembers! You are the stepdaughter! The one whose mother sneaked into the master's bed after the true Lady Cecilia passed away!" The student pack gasps, their tails tucking in shock. "A... a stepdaughter?!" "Exactly!" the clerk nods, his eyes cold with disdain. "This entire hotel was built from the private dowry of the late Mrs. Cecilia Brennan, left specifically to her only blood daughter, Zafira. So really, Ms. Vaelira, this sacred territory has absolutely nothing to do with your fur." The silence in the grand hall becomes deafening. Vaelira’s fingernails dig so deeply into her palms that raw, red blood begins to bead against her skin. Even Sandra, her most loyal hound,