Dahlia In Bloom Characters Novels & Stories

Dahlia is on the floor with Cleo, holding a throw pillow like a shield, pretending she is Wonder Woman, her voice playful, exaggerated, nothing like the guarded tone she usually carries. Cleo is laughing, bright and free, looking healthier than she has in days, and for a moment I just stand there watching them. Dahlia looks… happy. Truly happy. And something about that does something to me that I do not want to understand. Before she even notices we are there, her phone rings and she picks it up immediately, almost as if she has been waiting for it. “What the fuck are you saying?” She shoots up to her feet in an instant, her entire body going rigid. She walks to the window and stops abruptly

Dahlia, who they prayed against, had come out from her home and was now moving to hunt for more children with a slow cruel smile that spread across her face as she reached the first village. Reaching the first village, she scanned the dark houses and reached out with her magic to feel the presence of the children… a little trick she had learned. But there was nothing, and it made her frown, her fingers curling into fists. Moving quickly, she decided not to use her magic and search for them herself, it was nothing new. She searched the houses, breezing in and out but no children. Dahlia was getting very frustrated and left the first village, going to the second, but same thing… No children. T

Dahlia, did you know Keilah was a fae? Dahlia’s head tilted slightly, but she didn’t turn to look at me. No. I didn’t. And trust me, I was just as shocked as you were when I found out. My jaw clenched as frustration burned in my chest. I opened my eyes and locked them onto Damien, unable to hold back the bitterness in my voice.

“ Yeah ! He likes the sister and you like the brother . Don’t act as if you don’t understand my words Amra Caddel . I wasn’t born yesterday . I have tasted love and gave birth to your mother . I would love to hear more about this later after you finish work at the company . “ said madam Dahlia . “ I told you that is not like that . “ said Amra . “ Oh please ! No boy in this world can make you nervous like this . No one has been able to affect you no matter how many expensive and luxurious grifts they would bring you , you would never be touched no matter what they did . You are the rose that everyone wants to possess in the world of the rich . You are beautiful , you are good , you are cool

But all is fine now. So long as she is fine, I don’t care about the rest. Everyone is staring at her, and her watery eyes nail on me, like a wronged little animal. I can’t say no to these eyes. “Are--” Dahlia says only one word before water brimmed her huge deer eyes with visible speed. It amazes me how much she can cry, really. It’s like she is made of water. “...Alpha, sorry for the interruption...” After a long struggle, Dahlia manages a faint smile and a lousy curtsy. She was born a delicate princess, not a maid.

Because if she looks too long, she might see the truth in my eyes. ******************* Later, after the students are dismissed, I find Dalia in the royal greenhouse. She’s tending to a stubborn orchid, fingers brushing its petals with more care than she gives most people. It used to be our mother’s favorite flower. “Watching her again?” she asks without looking up. I exhale a sharp breath. “Is it that obvious?” Dalia grins. “Only to anyone with eyes. Or a pulse.” I drop onto the stone bench across from her and run a hand through my hair. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Liam said pushing Dahlia aside but she used her powers to weaken him. "I didn't say you could come in" Dahlia said annoyed. "I'm sorry love. Can I come in?" Liam said as he struggled to speak. Dahlia let him go after his apology. She called Jake to meet Liam. As Jake prepared to meet him, Dahlia conversed with Liam. "I didn't quite get your name there love" Liam said. "Can you stop calling me love, it's Dahlia" Dahlia said annoyed. "Sorry love... I mean Dahlia. Call me Liam"

She had seen it earlier but paid no attention to it; if Rosa was talking about it, then maybe it was a big deal, and she should have paid more attention. "Dahlia's are my daughter's favourite flowers, but yet they have refused to bloom, even though I have done all manner of things just to make that happen." "I will research it and make sure your daughter's favourite flowers bloom soon." Lila was moved by the story she had just heard. They moved back in because Rosa commented on how chilly it was for them to stay outside. "I will help you with the meal," Lila volunteered because she suddenly felt the urge to never leave the woman's side and to comfort her as much as she could.

Witches can’t be trusted. “Its about time you all got here,” a voice called out. We all looked up to see Dahlia descending from the sky. “I was starting to think you all chickened out.” Her boot clad feet hit the snow and she gave us a smile. She was clad in a knee-length, light brown fur coat with fishnet stockings. Her long hair was neatly bundled at the back of her head and her makeup was perfect, as always. “Dante,” she acknowledged. “Dahlia.” I responded.

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.