Dahlia Hawthorne Novels & Stories

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

Paige looked worried, her mouth going close to my ear, "Do you think she found out?" I gripped the ends of her fingers, "I don't know." Lady Calloway stepped forward, for some reason, she looked sterner than before. Her eyes were narrowed and her face pinched tightly, "Dahlia Winchester." I froze when I heard that name, my entire body going numb. I was at the back of the crowd, hidden from her eyes so she hadn't spotted me yet. "Dahlia, I know you can hear me. Step out!" Her voice was harsher now making me flinch.

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

I didn’t want mom to worry about what was going on so I played it cool. I visited Avery in the morning too and eat with her for lunch and dinner since she was always alone. Avery gave birth to a baby girl and she named her Dahlia Rose Swanepoel. She said that the Rose represented her since she has a lot of pricks like the thorns on the stem while I represented the flower dahlia which symbolizes inner strength, grace, and honesty. It was a very sweet thing of her to do. Even though Dahlia had to be left behind in the NICU department for further observation and treatments, Avery was a one proud mom. She instantly loved her daughter as soon as she laid her eyes on baby Dahlia.

Dahlia played a C.D. on their player while Emery was in the comfort room. They were going to watch their favorite Korean drama when she suddenly looked at the picture frame next to their T.V. She saw three children hugging each other and smiling extra-wide. That was her, Travis, and Emery, she smiled when she remembered how Emery and her met. Flashback Dahlia A fancy party will be held tonight at Monte Cristo’s mansion. Dahlia don't know what that was for but all she knows is that her Mom was busy cooking and cleaning. Dahlia's mom was the trusted butler in the mansion.

to bring Dahlia's name to her ears, a message from a realm beyond our understanding. I took a moment to absorb her words, the implications unfolding like the petals of a hidden flower. Dahlia, it seemed, was a presence that refused to remain shrouded in obscurity. She was a name that sought to be heard, a truth that longed to be unveiled. The scent of jasmine, now more pronounced in the stillness, mingled with the memory of our meal, creating an olfactory tapestry that seemed to encapsulate the gravity of the moment. The villa, with its centuries-old stones and the secrets they held, bore witness to the revelation with a quiet reverence. In this cocoon of shared revelation, I realized that

" So why the question? Don't ever doubt my love for you Dahlia. Whoever you are " " And What if .. what I am Dahlia Lawn. The step daughter of Lawn. Would you still love me? " For the first time since I met Theodore Ductal,he shuddered in great shock. His face turn white and his jaw dropped. Of course he is stunned just like everyone will be tomorrow at the hall.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

The heavy oak door of the dining suite uncoupled with a soft click. Elias Hawthorne walked into the room. He had stripped off his slate-gray suit jacket, his white linen shirt crisp, his jaw set into a flawless line of aristocratic composure. He didn't look at Lila. He walked straight to the table, but instead of taking the empty chair across from them, he circled behind Damien.

Halsey leered at the dark-haired, dark-eyed woman with porcelain skin, who appeared much younger and more beautiful than she did, as she struggled to accept that Alpha Brentwood had already moved on from her. She believed he truly did care for her. She felt it. Dahlia noticed the female who had knocked on the door, standing silently and gazing at her, and asked, "May I help you?" "No, I got the wrong apartment," said Halsey as she quickly spun around and ran down the stairs, tears in her eyes, feeling torn apart because Alpha Brentwood had moved on with someone else.