Black Dahlia Lyrics Hollywood Undead นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I plug my ear phone and pretend not to hear them. “Sing with us Harold!” and they are now singing so loud that even if my iPod is at its highest tune I can still hear them. I guess I fell asleep in anger of their song, the last thing I heard is a scream and as I try to open my eyes, a blinding light were covering us. I am trying to keep my eyes on focus as it gets clearer I could see a face of a woman. With deep blue eyes and a rosy white face, her lips were like cherry and she shine so bright then I lose sight. The next time I open my eyes I was in the hospital.

He exclaimed, didn't need him to answer anymore when the answer was all over his face. “Sean, Celeste is dead. And right now, you're dragging an innocent woman to your pain!” Ford was definitely firing up. He couldn't help but to keep walking in front of him, hysterical of what Sean started. He knows what he's thinking. Sean is going to use Dahlia to erase the pain in exchange of love, thinking that Dahlia is Celeste and Celeste isn't dead. “I know what I'm doing,” he uttered. Ford chuckled unbelievably. “Are you sure? You're playing a fire,” he reminded him.

Emily asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Not yet. They’re still waiting,” Daryl admitted. “We’re fucked.” (At the bar) “I dare you to pluck one of your eyes out,” Hound’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it carried the weight of a death sentence. The room was silent. The girls, as well as Lucas’s friends, sat motionless, their pale faces frozen in horror. Vomit stained their clothes, the stench of alcohol and fear hanging heavy in the air. Half the bottles littering the table were empty.

Is it something bad? I pressed my ear to it, but nothing. After a while of staring at it, I finally decided to open it. However, what I found inside, rendered me speechless… Inside were black dahlias. Elegant and ominous at the same time, a black card was attached with it. ‘You refused my deal. Now watch how fast the world burns — Alexander Veyrek.’ My eyes stared, frozen at the flowers, dumbfounded and shocked. What the bloody—!?

Dahlia’s voice sliced through the garage, smooth and venomous. “Well, well, Blackjack and her pet soldier. I know exactly what you’re planning with those little flips and secret meets, and Marcus was only the beginning. Keep pushing, and I’ll make sure Vex gets every delicious detail before you even reach the desert. Tick tock, lovers. I have front-row seats to your ending.” She crackled before the radio went dead. Raine’s hand tightened on my arm as Dahlia’s voice echoed.

It tasted like ash and sugar, but I swallowed it anyway. Dahlia watched me with wide eyes. Then she sat back down. She picked up her own spoon. "If you die," she said, "I'm haunting your ghost." "Deal," I said. --- We made it through coffee. Barely. By the time we stood up, my left leg had joined the rebellion. I leaned on Zephina more than I wanted to, my grip tight on her forearm. She didn't complain. She just adjusted her pace to match my uneven steps.

~KADE~ I waited till Damian came to pick up Dahlia before going to see the damage she had created. I followed the sound of the screams and sighed when I saw the people she had beaten. They were three women and two men. Something didn't seem right though. When Axel and I blacked out, we didn't just bite them. By the time we woke up, they were all mutilated and dead. Why wasn't Dahlia killing them? Was her wolf still conscious when it went into the dark state or was her hybrid blood fighting the curse? Either way something was up and we all needed to figure out what.

He grunts and she grins. "Yellow daffodils. They kind of remind me of myself" she whispers. "What flower do I remind you of?" Zeron rasps and my eyes widen. Alanna on the other hand grins, her eyes lighting up. "The blacknight or you can call it the black magic hollyhock" she whispers. "What kind of flower is that?" He asks, sleepily.

“You can uncover your eyes. I’m decent… enough.” She slowly turned around, lowering her hand as Theo gave me a once over. “Glad to hear you consider this decent,” he teased, and I swatted him on the shoulder. When we returned our gazes to Dahlia, she had tears in her eyes. “Sorry,” she laughed, blinking the tears back, “it’s just really fucking good to see you two back together finally.” My jaw dropped. I wasn’t sure I had ever heard Dahlia swear before. She shook her head and straightened her shoulders. “As I was saying, Kincaid and I can have a honeymoon anytime. But with all due respect, Alpha, the king is dead.”