Dahlia Rossetti Novels & Stories

The garden started blooming again. I think it was Rosetta’s doing. She woke up earlier than anyone now. Tended every leaf, every root, like each one was a thread keeping us grounded. She planted bougainville and hibiscus. Even got Achileas to help her build a trellis for blue butterflies. “I want Papa’s grave to have the view of something alive,” she said once. “Something always growing.” We weren’t whole. I still cried at night, when no one was looking. Achileas sometimes stared too long at the horizon. Rosetta, though she smiled, had a sadness in her that only a woman who’s had to choose between love and family could understand.

And when she turned her head to me, her lips pursed. “Oh!” she said. Then walked towards me like a supermodel. When she was finally in front of me, I wasn't able to move because of how intimidating I am. “Rosita, who is she?” Rosita bowed her head towards the lady before she answered, “She’s Iris, the Alpha’s breeder.” The lady arched her brow as she scanned me from head to toe, and far from how beautiful she was, the words in her mouth came awful…

“I’m Dorcas.” Totally forgetting that she called my name before, I’m going to introduce myself but she beat me to it. “C’mon I know you are dahlia. The Renowned lawyer and now one of the best chefs in the food industry. Who doesn’t know the famous Dahlia Stewart?” She giggles. “Uhm… just dahlia actually. I’m not a Stewart.” I offers a docile smile hoping I sound as polite as possible. The lady’s brows pulls together making a sorry face. “Omg, I’m honestly sorry.”

Rosa had been waiting all morning that her breakfast had gone cold. The daisies sat in a vase by her bedside. Every time she looked at its petals, something twisted inside her. She felt like they weren’t hers. She didn’t even like daisies. She hated them. She reached for the jacket Nikolai had left forgotten on the chair near her bed. She lifted it to her face, breathing it in slowly. Suddenly her eyes snapped open.

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

Madison said as she took the tray from the maid. "I'm sorry miss Ross. It won't happen again. " the maid said pleadingly. "Relax, l was just teasing you. You can go. Thank you." Madison said and the maid nodded and left with a smile. Immediately Madison entered back into the room she heard a familiar voice call her name. "Madison.where are you?? The voice asked. Madison came downstairs to see Gloria standing in the living room calling out her name. When Gloria finally saw her she walked up to her as fast as she could and they hugged each other.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

he continued his tone light but probing. “I’m Rosie Dawson. Hyacinth’s sister,” she said, her smile widening as she extended a hand toward Venla. There was something in her expression, a flicker of recognition that made my stomach churn. Venla hesitated for a moment before shaking Rosie’s hand, her smile strained. “I’m Venla,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. “You look familiar,” Rosie remarked, her tone casual, but her eyes were sharp, searching. “You as well,” Venla replied, her words measured, her expression unreadable.

Three years later ___________ REX AND REYNA • • • 'IMPACT' Top 10 Under 30 Most Influential Women of the Year - ROSALIA KNIGHT Rose admired her picture on the glossy magazine cover, her fingers grazing over the newly launched diamond label she had worked tirelessly to establish. The name "Rosalia Knight", printed in bold, elegant letters under the headline, brought a satisfied smile to her lips.