Dahlia Hawthorne Novels & Stories

Damien "Only dahlias," I said into the phone, balancing it between my shoulder and cheek while flipping through a file. “Dark red. The kind that looks almost black in certain light. No fillers, no roses, no distractions. Just them.” The florist on the other end hesitated. “Would you like to include a card, Mr. von Adler?” I stared out the floor-to-ceiling window of my office. The skyline was pale today, dipped in soft grey, like the city itself was holding its breath.

I hurriedly looked around trying to find any that would trigger my memory but none did,they all looked thr fucking same to me I let out a sigh of frustration as I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Welcome to lia's flower shop how can I help you toda….” The sales person said her voice trailing off in shock. I turned around and felt my jaw go slack in shock, dahlia stood there in an apron, face stained with a little dirt,her hands shielded by the large green gloves she wore,legs in an equally large green boots, she stared at me,all the color drained from her face like she'd seen a ghost. “Dahlia?...” I asked still stareing at her in shock.

Anthony suddenly asked. “Well, since I am named after the Dahlia flower, I had done some research before when I was younger about what the flower symbolizes. I don't remember the meaning for all the colors, but I do know the general meaning,” I replied before my lips curved up into a smile. In fact, it was impossible for me to stop smiling from the way that I was feeling so giddy inside. “The Dahlia flower stands for beauty, kindness, dignity, and most of all inner strength,” Anthony said slowly and clearly as if he wanted me to cherish and absorb in every single word and every single meaning behind the flower.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Said dahlia angrily. Joshua didn’t afraid of anyone because his family is the number one greatest household of the country. He smiled at him wryly. So dahlia introduced herself. “ I’m dahlia Grey, I’m part of the top 3 greatest household in this country! Do you think that you can resist me?” “what ever in get out of here I don’t have time to you, if your being nice to me maybe I will give this bar to you for free" Joshua replied and winked to her.

"Why not just apply a little make up? Just a little, sis. You don't wanna look good for dad?" "I'm pretty already, Dahlia. Let's not waste time." "Sit down, I'll do some touches on your face." Dahlia insisted and Sophia knew there was no point protesting. Dahlia was just as stubborn as she was. Gwen Stone. The pretty family dropped flowers on Cyrus Armstrong's grave one after the other, according to their positions in the family. Florie first, Sophia next, and then Dahlia last. Each of them expressed themselves there and talked as if he was present. His presence was felt and them embraced it.

It was such a beautiful gift that it left me speechless. "Oh..." I whispered. "Oh, Jaxon." Jaxon was still standing right behind me. He slipped his arms around my waist again and leaned forward slightly, his voice low beside my ear. “I had it custom made for you. I once read that black dahlias stand for strength and resilience, and I didn’t have to look far for the inspiration.” That caught me off guard. I turned to face him fully. “Jax...” He reached up and gently touched my lips. “Don’t say it’s too much.”

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be. Zac looked at me again. He licked his lips. "Why did you get named after a flower?" He peered at me with warm eyes—filled with curiosity and intrigue. I had never seen that from him before. I looked at him for a second before looking back at the road. I smiled faintly. "Uh—jasmines were my mom's favourite flowers." I exhaled sharply, keeping my eyes trained on the road. "They were my, the flower he got on all her birthdays and other holidays. She loved them—so when I was born, I got the name."

" She raised her eye brows and stretched her neck. She wasn't in the mood to know about any flowers at all, not when they are more important things to face right now. "I guess you are dumb in some aspects hun." Mama Liya mocked. Jane just rolled her eyes. "Who in the world spend alot of times learning about flowers?" "People who are dumb like you." Her grandmother said sarcastically and laughed lightly. Mama Liya wanted to motivate Jane again, cause she thought her granddaughter's hope was fading due to the things happening. "Black Eyed Susan is a flower, a special strong flower to be precise. Am telling you this because, I want you to have the spirit of a Black Eyed Susan. It a flower that