Dahlia In Bloom Characters Novels & Stories

Chicago, US- apartment Dahlia stormed in, hurling her shoes at the camera. “I know you’re watching,” she yelled. “I hate you!” She marched to the bedroom and slammed the door. Bram watched her unravel, his jaw tight. She was hurting. He called her. No answer. He fired off a text: Call me. I can explain. Lupin knocked on the door. Dahlia opened it, her eyes still glowing faintly yellow. He kissed her, but she turned away, her gaze sharp.

Dahlia took the 2x4 from my hands and walked over to the saw. Dahlia is my niece. She is 18 years old, and beautiful as can be. She stands right at 5'2" inches tall. She has long blonde hair, green eyes, full pouty lips and just a few freckles splashed across her pert little nose. Her body is lean from all the running she does, and she has very shapely, muscular legs with the most incredible backside that I have ever laid eyes on.

I've never had a problem with spending money on a woman but Juni has a money spending addiction. I think that's why she always mingles with the rich. I'm currently staring at my phone's screen when I hear someone beside mention Dahlia's name. I immediately lift my head towards the garden's entrance and I can't seem to breathe properly. There she is standing tall on some shimmering heels, holder a little bag to match the shoes and not forgetting the red fitting gown with a shirt like bodice, fitting all her curves in all the right places. The red seems to shine under the lights here.

Beside it sat a small BBQ pavilion shaded by wooden beams, with a long stone counter and comfortable seating. It looked like a place meant for gatherings. For laughter. For life. Yet what caught Dahlia's attention most was the garden. Dahlias bloomed everywhere. Rows upon rows of them in soft harmony— crimson, coral pink, ivory-peach. Her favorite. Her chest tightened. She remembered mentioning them once— only once— during a quiet evening years ago. He hadn't been listening. At least…she had always believed he wasn't. She could still remember the bored look on his face that evening. The cold, "Mm" he murmured at intervals.

Every twitch of their muscles told me something, who was more protective, who was more reckless, who might try to play hero. Dahlia’s eyes kept flicking toward the right. An exit? A weapon? Either way, she’d given herself away. I smiled at her, a slow, cruel smile. “You’ll learn, Dahlia. I always notice.”

Jekyll is wanting to come out but I won’t let him he will hurt her if he does. I pat her arm three times and she instantly releases me as she pants hard and I gasp for breath. I lie against her stomach; her legs either side of me as she chuckles, and I can’t believe that she made me submit. Dylan helps me to stand as Dahlia laughs loudly, like she has just won a prize. Which, to be honest, she has. She still has the fight in her. Rai moves to Dahlia with a smile on her face already healed and helps her up before she pats her on her shoulder, nodding her head in a silent acknowledgment of her victory.

I turned down a quieter hall, eager for air, and nearly collided with the last person I wanted to see… Dahlia. She leaned casually against a pillar as if she had been waiting for me, with that look of bitter hatred still burning in her eyes. “Well, well,” she purred in her usual wicked tone. “Look who slithered back into Pine Shadows like a sneaky snake… The little servant girl, pretending to be a princess.” My stomach sank, but I kept my head up and frowned. “Dahlia.”

“ Thanks, Dahlia!” Dahlia glances at her with a smile and nods. Dahlia didn't do as much as she was thinking. The reason she didn't need any medical support is because Dahlia has been healing her body slowly without making it obvious. She could have healed her immediately. Although it would take her a whole month. But she didn't. To adapt into the world of humans, on earth, she must not do something reckless. So to put it up, she just plays along. They walked more than ten minutes when they arrived at the vast field of different types of seasonal vegetables. Aurora glances around finding the reason why Dahlia said it was that hard to get away with three people.

Everything needed to unfold exactly as planned. When I arrived at Dahlia’s house, a wave of satisfaction washed over me. I had successfully drawn her out, and now I was ready to finalize my revenge. A smile spread across my face as I thought about how she would respond to my proposal. My heart swelled with a mix of triumph and anticipation. This was my muse, my instrument of revenge, and she was about to be immersed in my world for the next few days. Dahlia greeted me at the door with a radiant smile that lit up her entire face. Her eyes sparkled with genuine happiness at my arrival. “Ares! I didn’t expect you so soon,” she said, her voice a blend of surprise and pleasure.

Dahlia I’m still in bed when someone starts pounding on the front door like they’re trying to break it down. My phone says it’s 9:00 AM. I’ve been home less than twenty-four hours and apparently word has already spread. “Dahlia Rose Miller, open this door right now!” A high pitched and familiar voice.“Open this door or I’m picking the lock!” I drag myself out of bed, wincing as my ribs remind me they’re still healing. I pull on a sweatshirt and stumble downstairs.