Black Dahlia Haunting Novels & Stories

He carefully let go of me, his fingers brushing lightly against my cheek bones and sending tingly sensations skittering all over my body. "Get her an Americano." Giveon said to the barman who nodded and walked off. I frowned at Giveon. "You know .. last I checked, I was the one in control of my choices ...my life. How I no longer have that power befuddles me." Giveon chuckled. " I am not controlling you Dahly. I am preventing you from getting drunk. It's obvious you need help right about now." "Name's Dahlia." " Dahly suits me better. Rhymes with baby"

But what caught my attention was the flowers in them. Black dahlias… I blinked and then stepped toward it. The same rare flowers he had sent me this morning. The ones I thought were meant to mock me, the ones that dragged me here, furiously— “the symbol of endings.” They symbolize mystery, elegance, and sophistication. However, they can sometimes be associated with despair, brutality, and sadness as well. But, why are they here, in his suite? I reached out, my fingertips carefully grazing the dark petals. Smooth, dark, velvety — beautiful, yet coldly merciless.

Ford was about to ignore whatever was happening, until he heard Dahlia’s name was mentioned by the people who were sticking their noses. “Excuse me,” he said and had to even push the other people in order for him to see what the hell was happening. His lips quickly parted as soon as his eyes landed on the woman on the road, covered with blood in front of the car. It's Dahlia. There was a woman beside her along with the little boy, holding a yoyo while crying. His world suddenly stopped. He was just talking to her earlier, and now, this happened. For a moment, it feels like a deja vu. He was losing his right mind as the ghost of their past began to haunt him again.

Hazel's POV I froze at the spot, my heart thumping fast. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his intense gaze. His silver-grey eyes held something that I didn't understand. Is it anger... or is it hunger? Seeing him on the royal platform with the crown, I already know who he is. Our new Alpha Xavier Dyon of the Golden Dawn pack. His presence held the power that I could feel even from the distance that separated us.

he said without looking up. “Unfortunately.” Sienna smiled tightly. “Shall we try again?” “Fine,” I sighed, sitting back down. “Let’s just get this over with.” “Let’s talk flowers then,” she said brightly. “Peonies, gardenias, orchids—” “I like black dahlias.” Both Nikolai and Sienna blinked at me. “Black... dahlias?” Sienna echoed. “They symbolize betrayal, death, and warning,” I said cheerfully. “Perfect for a wedding built on threats and revenge.”

She walked closer to me and put her hands on my chest. "No , not yet." When I noticed the little frown on her face , I added, "But we're almost done. " She huffed, "I really can't wait. I'm sick and tired of smelling her disgusting scent on you. She's such a leech. A very embarrassing one at that, I can't believe she still clings to you after being brutally rejected like that. " Dahlia doesn't have a disgusting scent. Infact her scent was sweet and enchanting , sometimes it intoxicates me.

She was so angry at this! But more for herself, because she had been completely fooled! She had completely liked what had happened between her and Rodel. It was a dark night, but Dhalia's eyes remained wide open. She stayed awake for the moments that had passed; she was once again remembering the scene in Rodel's room and the two women he was with. She could clearly see from the small crack of the door that a mestizo woman was giving a blowjob to Rodel's d*ck. It grew taller with that length!

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

I called out, finally having some of my strength back. "Those flowers…" she turned to face me, her jaw clenched. "Black dahlia and poppy…they are the harbinger of evil; a symbol of death. And they were cursed. How did you get your hands on them?" "I-I…" I pressed my hands to my throat, feeling like I hadn't had water in ages. Sarah got up from her side and handed me a glass of water, which I took gratefully and drank it all in one go like I had been parched for centuries.

It is all so hazy and muffled. Feeling the wet cloth on my head as I lie on the bed, my body is now spasming uncontrollably. I cannot open my eyes but I know they are all here. Feeling soft kisses on my face and hands before the darkness takes me. Soon a white dahlia blooms into place, and colors begin raining down on the pedals. It is beautifully hypnotic and calming. Black, blue, red, and purple color the flower to perfection. Kimarhi’s face came into focus, along with Lorcan and Xim’s.