Black Dahlia Killing Novels & Stories

I ask slowly. My heart starts beating faster as the memory hits me again. That day. That scout. The moment it suddenly dropped dead after looking straight at me. The Alphas had seen it. They said it was strange but they confirmed that I did not kill it. So how the hell does she know about it? “How did you—” I start asking but Dahlia raises a hand slightly and smiles. “You should not worry about how I know,” she says calmly. Her words immediately irritate me again.“Oh really?”

“I didn’t want to know the details back then. But now? Tell me.” “He was banished from any pack,” Dahlia said, her voice trembling. “If he comes near one, it’s a death sentence. I thought they went too easy on him because they couldn’t prove he was behind the deaths of his brother and sister-in-law.” “You think he’s the one doing this now?” Todd asked, his brow furrowed. “Yes,” Dahlia whispered. “I do.” “That’d be suicide,” Todd said bluntly. “He’d be dead before he could even try.”

Queen Chumani smiled, “I understand why you would have doubts about your abilities as a mother, but you ladies are too sweet and caring to even think about being like that. Dahlia was a sweet woman. She was just a victim of black magic and the awful consequences of it. You will never have to worry about being like her, because you both have wonderful mates who genuinely love you and would do anything for you.” Queen Lakelyn smiled, “I agree with both of them. You both have the perfect mates for you. Keep this in mind. Dahlia was left to raise her child alone until the child’s father snatched him away from her. That alone would make any woman bitter. But when she had to kill her own child in

Wood under the table when she saw Dahlia's expression. Mrs. Wood finally realized that she had inadvertently spoken ill of Dahlia. Since Dahlia had lost her husband at a young age, bringing up how some women caused the death of their husbands and sons insinuated that Dahlia caused her husband's death. Mrs. Wood panicked, and she quickly explained, "Th-That's not what I meant..." Dahlia lifted her gaze coolly. "Then, what did you mean?" Mrs. Wood's hand froze. She stumbled over her words and could not answer.

“I’m sick of it! Just kill the brat and get on with it! I’m not gonna give you anymore money!” “You won’t dare to kill him,” Barbara taunted her. “He’s the key to your succession. If he dies then the Tang family will be doomed. After all, he is the-” “He’s just a street brat!” Dahlia claimed. “He’s not one of us. I paid you to keep the secret but I’m done! You can kill him off and that’ll be the end of it.”

Ajax pov We are having a conversation about business All of a sudden Dahlia gets mad, angry. Jasper tries to calm her down, getting an explanation of what is wrong with her. But its at the wrong time. Then she says being an assassin killed me. I 'killed' the person I loved. By her killing me, she killed her self mentally in the process. how would it be to you, if you finally loved somebody and then you had to kill them!? She's talking about killing me. She loved me.

But she will send in an isolated island where Storm wife waste her youth and die on that place. Kai doesn’t believe that it was Dahlia who killed his dearly adopted sister. But his men take an action to poison Dahlia’s old man in revenge for their Grand Alpha’s favorite human. Reason why the life of the old man went critical, and Dahlia needs a money to pay the bail and hospital bill. No turning back, she accept the special job Venal offering to her. @Death Wish

Dahlia paced around the kitchen as she ran a hand through her hair, trying the number again and again. “Pick up… pick up…please Lena,” she whispered, as she felt tears clogging her throat, making breathing a chore altogether. When she tried the fifth time, and there was still no response, Dahlia felt her chest tighten so violently she had to grip the edge of the counter to steady herself. Her mind raced through every possibility. Where was she supposed to be today? Dance Class? A friend’s house? Did anyone see her last night? Cold dread slid down her spine at the thought of her only sister and best friend being killed by people she didn’t even know. Who could it have been? Her father’s enemi

She goes where she has always gone. "I found a ledger," I say, and my voice comes out in the low careful dialect I have learned from listening to her, the register of a woman asking another woman to carry what she cannot carry herself. "In the chapel vault. It has an authorization code for a death that happened two years ago, a death that was ordered from inside this family, and the code matches the payroll sheets I transcribed in my first week. The same block letters. The same purple ink. A single initial." Nonna Carmela taps her forefinger twice on the stone lip of the well.

Dahlia's POV What did I do to deserve this? I would never kill anyone. Yes, I'd killed a rabbit once, and Madam Boston had berated me afterward. Does that sound like a woman who murders an Alpha? Does that sound like anyone who has ever taken a life with intention and cold blood and whatever stillness you need inside yourself to do something like that?” That is when the crying started again, which I was not going to pretend I had any control over anymore. It came in waves now.