Dahlia In Bloom Characters Novels & Stories

Daisy said to the driver who left afterwards. “No way! I didn't know you took the family fun day this seriously, big sis!”. Dahlia exclaimed. She didn't hesitate and pushed the van’s back seat door open, and soon, she immediately entered the Mercedes van. Henry also rushed to enter the Mercedes van with Dahlia. “Those kids…. Sometimes I used to wonder if Henry's character came from Dahlia”. Daisy admitted and turned to stare at Alexander and Jack before she added, “It's obvious that you two take over me, because I'm smart”.

It wouldn’t be the first time Dyllen had taken hits during practice and honestly, he could use the distraction. “She might be an alpha but she’s still a girl,” Kadence called causing Dahlia to falter and miss her movement, triggering her to stay tight in Dyllen’s grip. “Little Flower’s too much of a wimp to be a real alpha, sure she wasn’t supposed to be an omega?” That hit its mark and Dahlia flinched as though struck and went limp against his hold. With a snarl, Dyllen let go and pushed her back by her shoulders. He tried to catch her eyes, but she kept her gaze averted and quickly broke free.

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

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.

Alan bared his teeth in my mind just as the light I had always felt around and inside Ina was flickering, snuffed out by the weight Dahlia had dumped on her already weak shoulders. Still, a dry, rattling chuckle cut through the heavy silence of the dungeon. “She hasn’t even heard the best part yet.” Dahlia muttered, her chuckle growing into the kind of laughter that unleashed the kind of anger I had never felt before. I snapped my head up, my burning eyes locking onto Dahlia. She was slouched against the cold wall, her bloody lips curved into a sick, triumphant smirk as she watched my mate's collapse. She looked entirely spent, her own eyes half-closed, yet she was gloating as if she had jus

She embraced the doll that Nathalia gave her, because she finds comfort in it whenever she is afraid, which she is all the time. Dahlia's mother was dressed in a black long-sleeved dress, scarlet stilettos, and her hair was carefully done into a bun. Her lips were as red as blood, and she was really going for a stunning look since she was going out to dinner with Grace's wealthy friends. Dahlia would never say no to Grace's invitation to an expensive dinner. Dahlia has been acting as Grace's friend for two weeks now. She couldn't help but giggle inside her head at Grace's naivety, at how she couldn't even see the red flags.

I began to davour the simple yet nourishing meal andDahlia settled herself on the cold floor of the cell, crossing her legs. Dahlia's gaze softened with understanding as she looked at me, her voice filled with genuine sympothy. "Serafina," she spoke softly, "I can't help but feel for you, what you went through earlier... It must've been harsh. I wish I could've done something' to help." A flicker of gratitute sparked within me, appreciating Dahlia's empathy amidst the coldness of the palace. "Thank you, Dahlia," I murmured, my voice filled with a mix of exhausion and appreciation. "Your kindness means so much to me."

Dahlia pov They are still talking, They take it in turn to say their thing in hopes that I would hear them. And I am. "We haven't always been friends, I didn't understand why you were with us,.but we have bonded and its weird without you, your presence is wanted- needed Dahlia, -we miss you- I don't think we could go on if you died, but if you wanted to give up I wouldn't blame you, after all the things you've been through just makes you stronger, but if you are certain you want to do this, nobody will blame you Dahlia but if you don't want to then fight it, remember you still owe me a bike ride, you aren't getting out of it that easily"

But every time they called her a curse, rage burned deeper inside me, drowning out reason. Duty demanded I stay neutral. My heart refused to. I was still lost in that thought when the doors opened and Clara stepped in. Her steps were slow, deliberate, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. She smiled a small, poisonous curve of her lips. And in that moment, I knew she’d been waiting for this. Clara’s POV They pitied her. Even after seeing that explosion of power with their own eyes, they pitied her. The council’s voices droned in the background, talking of mercy, of understanding as if the creature who burned my men alive deserved to live.

_Dahlia’s POV_ “I am so sorry for your shirt…” I finally gathered the courage to apologize. “Why… why did it have to be you?” he continued muttering, ignoring my apology. “Of all the girls in Blackridge…” I blinked. “Blackridge?” That seemed to catch his attention because a set of big honey-brown orbs flickered to me. His eyes matched the colour of his hair just perfectly. But then he quickly averted his gaze and lowered himself to pick up his books.