Novel & Cerita Dahlia In Bloom Light Novel

SERAFINA After hours of grinding ink with Dahlia, my hands were sore and my muscles were fatigued. Dawn was fast approaching, and I slumped down on a nearby stool, longing for some rest. Dahlia marched over to her small kitchen, ringing a small bell. The sound resonated through the room like a soothing melody. She then started to prepare some tea, boiling water in a small pot over a gas stove. As the sound and aroma of brewing tea filled the room, I could smell the scent of freshly-baked bread. Its tantalizing aroma wafted in the air, making my stomach growl with hunger. Dahlia smiled, hearing my stomach's rumble.

And I had no choice but to follow it through. __________ Author’s Note Dahlia’s journey in this story ends here. But her story is far from over. To follow her path deeper into the mysteries, danger, and passion that await— look out for the next book: (Alpha Lumumba’s Mate) A new beginning. A new world. A love that defies everything. Coming soon.

Hello Readers, I wanted to thank all of you that read The Alpha's Flower it is the first story I have written. Thanks for all of your comments and support. Please check out my other two stories The Human Mated to Three and The Players Love. One last thing I will be making more books for different characters in The Alpha's Flower. Kate and the Red Moon Twin Alphas, Jason and Deserae, and Derek and Rose's triplets will be coming soon. Violet will have her own book, while Derek Jr and Blake will have one as well. I appreciate each and everyone of you

“I’m Dahlia. I’m from the Cold Star pack. I was captured and held hostage by Red Ripper, but they had no use for me. I was too small and too weak for them to ever take much notice of me, so I was left in the cells to die. I was to be used in their witch’s experiments, but…” Her bottom lip wobbled, and her voice quavered, but she held firm, broadening her shoulders and hitching her chin out defiantly. Pale ginger curls clung to her brow with sweat. “There were rumours in the cells, rumours that the witch had escaped. They were struggling with their magic, unable to control it without her. Day became night, and the flowers and plants were all dying. I saw that for myself, when I ran.” Someone’

Trigger Warning: Chapter Thirty-One includes a domestic violence and attempted sexual assault scene. Another warning will be placed at the beginning of the chapter of the trigger. Truth or dare, I text him, hoping for any lifeline. Maybe he’ll tell me it was a misunderstanding. Truth, he responds, and my heart picks up its pace. Did you ever love me, or was it all a ploy to get laid? I type, barely able to see through my forming tears. I follow this text with the three photos of him and Amber looking real cozy with each other.

Dahlia When the man’s eyes flicker to Ellen, I pull her closer to me. His gaze returns to me, his jaw ticking. “I can always know when it's Helen or Dahlia” His tone softens, “The scar.” His eyes drift to my temple, just above my brows. “How do you expect me to believe you're Dahlia?” He directs the question to me. My breath catches, “I am Dahlia.” I say confidently. But deep down, I am not sure of anything.

Blake roared in distress and clinked his feet to the ground impatiently. "Yes, meeting Aryan for the first time, I fell in love immediately and it was love at first sight. I and Dahlia case had always been similarly avoiding mating with anyone simply because we didn't found anyone worthy to be called a mate, so I had to do what I did so that Dahlia could return to her family and I could be with an Aryan," Amora blurted out.

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.

Her back touched the wall immediately and barely created any distance between them. “Later...Gattina,” Later. A coded promise that the rest in the room might not have understood but she did. This would definitely happen again. It shouldn’t though...But Rain already missed the man’s lips and his hands on her body. “Don’t fall for it,” The long forgotten dress was now in Viola’s hand, she looked like she was teasing Rain but she also looked serious. Viola looked better than when Rain last saw her. She no longer had dark circles under her eyes, she on a light but beautiful makeup that accentuated her beauty. She was dressed in a baby blue turtle necked dress that was sleeveless and stopped just

Elara lowered herself slowly, every nerve aware of the room, the shadows, the way her presence seemed to tug at the edges of the light. Alexander poured a glass of water and handed it to her. Her fingers brushed his. The pressure surged violently. Alexander recoiled as if shocked. Elara gasped, gripping the armrest. The room dimmed—not dark, but muted, colors draining toward grayscale. “Elara,” Damien said urgently. “What’s happening?” Her vision blurred, and suddenly she wasn’t in the manor. She was back in the chamber. Stone. Light. The artifact pulsing. And behind it—