Dahlia In Bloom Characters Novels & Stories

He carefully let go of me, his fingers brushing lightly against my cheek bones and sending tingly sensations skittering all over my body. "Get her an Americano." Giveon said to the barman who nodded and walked off. I frowned at Giveon. "You know .. last I checked, I was the one in control of my choices ...my life. How I no longer have that power befuddles me." Giveon chuckled. " I am not controlling you Dahly. I am preventing you from getting drunk. It's obvious you need help right about now." "Name's Dahlia." " Dahly suits me better. Rhymes with baby"

Her words rang in my ear, and I felt numb… ----- DANE The moment Dahlia sat down, her eyes glazing over, I panicked. Crouching by her, I wondered what she was going through. Did she remember something? I didn’t disturb her, simply holding her hand tenderly. Her palms were still covered with scars. Her chest heaved with panic, and I had the urge to snap her out of it when she suddenly slumped forward. I caught her turning her in my arms. Her face looked pale, her eyes shut.

After all, mental pressure is more effective than physical pressure and pain. And I was right. She is too much afraid that she will never ever try to do spy activity on me. I went towards her and removed all the chains and cuffs. " Oh!! My poor doll! I was just scaring you." Saying that I picked her up in bridal style and walked towards our room. She needs some rest. I am 100% sure that next morning she will again behave like my obedient doll. Author's p.o.v It's almost midnight and the person who called Bhabani is now resting on an easy chair. He is holding an i pad and playing a video again and again.

Whatever the hell this was. So I asked the maid. “She’s in the garden, watering the roses,” the girl said with this flinch. All the maids feared me. Heck, I could perceive the judgement off their skins the moment we crossed paths but they’d never bothered me as much as Dala did. I thanked her, didn’t mean it, and walked upstairs instead of down. Coward. I stood at the window on the east corridor, the one that overlooked the rose garden and Dala was there—kneeling in the dirt, her back turned to me, hair tied back in this messy ponytail that swung every time she reached over to fix a stem.

Recognition flashed in Amanda’s eyes, widening briefly before narrowing again on Dahlia. Dahlia met her stare, a wicked smile curling across her lips. Pain laced the dark grin as she clutched her wound. “Now you know… I’m Evelyn,” she said, her voice dangerous and edged with anguish.

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

Amelia muttered and I could see Dahlia was standing to break through from the unmovable spell they had placed on her. Dahlia has a crazy hungry look in her eyes and at that moment, she looked nothing like Dahlia but more of a monster. I frowned and tried moving towards her but she just broke free from the spell and was about to lunge at me when Axel suddenly wrapped his arms around her. “Calm down Dahlia, it's me” He murmured softly as he caressed her hair and placed a kiss on the top of her head. He flashed us questioning gazes before staring down at Dahlia who had calmed down slightly with worry.

If he's not here, I would be the one to grill the meat and not him. “Dahlia, you can't just lock yourself here.” She was now eyeing me with those persuading eyes of hers. Well, she does have a point. “Fine, I'll go down.” I uttered. So, I came outside with Charlotte. I found them having their own worlds, even Aunt Melva and Claire. “Aunt Dahlia!” Claire exclaimed as she ran towards me immediately.

Noah says. “When did you learn that language?” Theo asks in shock. “Just some of them.” Noah says. “Well, I gave her the flowers, which she likes the most, and it is random except for lavender and daisies. Because lavender means happiness and daisies for Daisy.” Theo says with a smile. “What is this? A card?” Mom says as she takes out one from the middle, which I didn’t see before. Theo literally jumps over the couch and plucks the card from Mom’s finger and hides it behind his back and says, “It is nothing.”

A piece of paper popped up in the middle, and Via pulled it away. Sean’s neat and elegant handwriting once again filled the letter-shaped greeting card. ‘One of the florists said to me, Dahlia is a flower with a beautiful meaning; Commitment, Endurance and Dignity. A symbol used for weddings. Not only that, a woman who likes Dahlia shows that she is a strong and elegant woman. It was only after I looked at it again that I realized that you are the representative of the Dahlia Flower itself, and for now I am giving you Dahlia not only because you like it, but also to show that I am not messing with my words.’