Dahlia In Bloom Light Novel Novels & Stories

“Happy New Year, Dahlia.” Happy New year Bram”

This pissed me off so much because now I felt like I didn’t earn my way in, even though he assured me that his recommendation had nothing to do with it. Anyway, I asked him for a favour since he, you know, basically abandoned me and wanted to make things right, and he is yet to get back to me about it. Hopefully, what I have planned could work out because there would be no point in any of this if it doesn't. When I walk down the hallways and head towards my locker, I suddenly get pulled back and slammed against the wall. “Ah, fuck, I’ve missed doing this.” The voice of Dale came as his hand curled around my throat. I look up at him and see the hatred in his eyes, but there is something else

He was simply handing it to me, the rightful owner. His answer finally clarified my doubts. When I was 18, I set my eyes on the tiara. However, I had no idea who placed an extremely high bid and won the tiara before the auction even started. So, the mysterious bidder turned out to be Dylan. But at that time, how did he know that I would like this present? Dylan explained that when he was 16 years old, he suddenly fainted on the shore of Mirope Island, and the waves had washed him away. I was the one who threw him a lifebuoy and saved his life.

She lowers her gaze instantly. “ Do you not wish to leave?” Bliss asks, while her eyes are on the door, creating another ten layers of barriers for Vampires. Noah isn't giving up on entering the room. Dahlia smiles bitterly and looks up. “ Let's go. I don't have anything left here anyway.” “ Thank you!” Bliss smiles and within a blink of eyes, she bites Dahlia’s dress and throws her on her back. “ Oh!” Dahlia giggles in this sudden movement.

Dahlia shook her head in irritation. “Your constant pretense is starting to get on my nerves. “Don’t you ever get tired of provoking people only to end up pretending to be weak?” Dahlia said coldly, her voice colder than anyone had ever heard her. Dahlia was always rainbows and sunshine at some point; people even thought she never got angry. “When you’re a demon,” She scoffed with a cold smile,” I suppose you bring hell wherever you are!”

I take in my surroundings at once to see that I’m in a garden-like cottage with trees and flowers scattered around. A healer must have lived here, I reason, plucking the flower the leaf came from and recognizing it at once. It’s Ghost Dahlia, a rare flower with healing powers. It’s said to be extinct, so what is it doing here? I pluck the dead-like flower, which blossoms into a beautiful yellow flower in my hands. Legend says it only blossoms for the pure-hearted, which warms my heart. “The moon goddess has come to our aid, and you must save me with the flower,” Bailey says, and I feel a pang in my chest. “I do not know how much time I have left, and the potion you took is just temporary,” s

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.

Dahlia whispered, one hand pressed against the blood-dark shoulder where the bullet had torn through cloth. Her face had gone pale enough to frighten even Naomi. Yet her eyes were clear now. Clear in the dangerous way of someone who knew one sentence would rearrange everyone again. Aurelia stepped toward her first. “You know who Clara became.” Dahlia looked directly at Aurelia. “Yes.” Lucian’s voice hardened instantly. “Then say it now.” But Dahlia did not answer him. Instead she looked at Mara. Only Mara. As though Elena’s rules still mattered even with blood running down stone.

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.