Dahlia Hawthorne Novels & Stories

I don't want to be a flower anymore". "What do you want to be, sister?" " A Dahlia..." NOTE: DAHLIA IN ARABIC IS NOT A FLOWER BUT A TERM TO DESCRIBE BIG RAISIN OF FIG TREES, THE ONES THAT ARE SO TANGLED? OLD? AND STRONG. A QUESTION? DO YOU LIKE THESE LONG CHAPTERS OR DO YOU PREFER THAT MAKE THEM SHORTER? THANK YOU FOR READING, PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT.

Hearing Dahlia's words, Mayor Phil glanced at her with curiosity as his eyes were squinting at her, looking at her from top to bottom, trying to recognize who she was. Mayor Phil's face was flabbergasted as he looked at Dahlia with widened eyes. “You're Dahlia, aren't you?” A wide yet gentle smile appeared on Dahlia's face as she nodded her head at him. “That's right, I am Dahlia, the daughter of the Hail Family.” Mayor Phil's eyes slightly shook but he still managed to squeeze out his smiles while gesturing them to get inside of his house. “You grew up so well. I haven't seen you for years.” Mayor Phil smiled gently as he exaggerated the time when he hadn't seen Dahlia.

And Xander looked like he was one second away from murdering both of them. Alaia saw the situation escalating and stepped up to the group, taking Xander’s hand. “Good Morning, Gentlemen.” “Good Morning, Luna,” they both replied with slight nods of their heads. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. It’s quite the predicament, isn’t it?” “Yes, Luna, it is. But he’s too boneheaded to listen to reason!” “There’s no need for all of that, Benjamin. Since I’m here, though, I was wondering. What do the two of you think of dahlias? They are a beautiful flower with the most amazing coloring. A perfect mix of roses and daisies in my opinion.”

‘Good morning my name is Ivory hemming I’m a water elemental, the ice type and also in my first year, I’m sure we’ve all being briefed on what we’re doing in Buklime mountain’ Ivory sais heading straight to business. They all nodded, Ivory saw two familiar faces and her heart almost leaped out of her chest. It was the guy and girl whom were with Alfred two days ago. Ivory quickly looked somewhere else when she saw the guy staring at her, it was a little bit embarrassing. ‘I’ll introduce everyone, we’ve all introduced ourselves before you got here’ Natasha said to ivory ‘this is Chevy Sinclair a second year and a phase two witch’. He waves at ivory who in turns smiles carefully. ‘This is Nara

he said in worry. “Don’t remind me,” I groaned. “I can see that you’d give it all up for her though. We’re a hundred percent behind you,” he assured. “I’m going to need your support, so thanks,” I smiled. “Anytime man!” he replied before that smell of lavender and cherries wrapped my senses. I watched Dahlia come down the stairs with Angelina. She was dressed in yet another green dress that perfectly matched her eyes. “Hey,” she beamed when she saw me. I was more than happy when she came to hug me.

At the rate she was going, she would be lucky to make four months. Dalya was still sleeping, and Katalea didn’t want to wake her. Using a trick she had learned from Dakari she conjured a cattleya flower. This beautiful orchid is where her mother had picked her name. It looked so pretty lying by her new sister, Katalea conjured a dozen more and put them in a vase next to the bed. She made a mental note to call her mother and catch up, and left the room. She didn’t notice the tear slide down Dalya’s face.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

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.”

After losing loved ones to the werewolf hunters' attack, Dahlia had suffered a mental breakdown, leading her to relinquish control of the Council to her daughter. Dahlia Vause, a striking woman with chestnut-brown, long hair that cascades gracefully down her back. Her beauty is undeniable, with captivating eyes that mirror the rich hue of her hair, creating a mesmerizing and harmonious look that draws attention. After finally getting Dahlia to look at her, Neon's tears welled up even more upon seeing the distant, troubled look in Dahlia's eyes. "Neon? How are you and Nebra? Tell your father and uncle dinner is ready, will you?" Dahlia requested with a smile, her words tinged with a hint of c

Sean had mentioned her boyfriend then was a cop but I didn’t expect her to get married to him. “Nick, look over there.” Dahlia said pointing to where Sean and Amelia was HUGGING each other. I looked back at her and saw a smile on her face. “Didn’t I tell you that my plan would work?” I stated with a proud smile and she nodded but didn’t say anything else, she just kept her head on my chest and silently danced. She is softening up to me. Tomorrow when she sees the Dahlias I sent her I hope she likes them because I don’t know her favorite ones and these are beautiful and matches her name.