Dahlia Rossetti Novels & Stories

A young woman stands at the door, her eyes wide in confusion. She has a thin frame with extremely dark back hair. Her eyes are a shade of milk chocolate brown and her skin is tan with white spots covering it. Vitiligo. "Who are you?" I question. She thins her lips, furrowing her brows, "I'm Rosetta, the one you're supposed to marry." I shake my head no, repeating that I won't be marrying her. Shockingly, even this is a business arrangement falling through, she doesn't seem mad. She seems more relieved.

Soon Xavier's phone rang. "Excuse me, I really need to take this." He left and Damian took another glass of champagne as he scouted for Lilian. Soon he heard a gentle voice behind him. "Hello, Mr. Richards." It was Rosé. She was dressed in a splendid gown with a beautiful pearl necklace. "What are you doing here?" "For a party. What else?" Her smile was cunning. "Well, I don't believe that you came all by yourself. Where is our little bet?"

“Do you need some money?” “No. I need you to do something for me?” “What is it?” “I need you to tempt Lady Dahlia Hurst and separate her from Count Abell. I need you to pull this marriage apart to its roots beyond repair...” ****************************** DAHLIA: I struggled to reapply the cosmetics in my face. I was not very good with make-up, to begin with. I only knew the basics, and most of the time, it was Lina who turned me into a beautiful thing whenever there was a party.

Bella hurriedly went out to go get what I had ordered her to do. With my hand still forcefully clutching a lock of hair, I turned her around so that I could look at her face. VANESSA.... The grip on my hair was so tight and it made me want to cry, but I had bit down hard on my lips. I cussed loudly when I bit down on the sore in my lips. I tasted my own blood.

DAHLIA : The High Priestess; a person believed who had lived thousands of years ago. She participated in the war and used the power of the wish granter to have a land for humans. Dotoria worshipped her like a deity despite her humanity. For them, she was an angel sent by heaven. For other races, she was a cheater who stole the wish granter from the competition and made her own rules. She was a brave human for ones, a villain for others. Personally, I wasn’t attracted that much to her story. However, I was interested in her ability to see the shadows.

It disappeared after she saw the expensive necklaces on her neck and sniffed her rich perfume in the air. Carla pushed herself to her feet, and the woman took a look at her bump. "You're?" Carla asked curiously. "Dora La Rosa" the woman replied with a little smile, inching closer. "The wife of the business tycoon Sir James?" Carla frowned. "My husband is quiet popular, that's right" "And why am I getting a visit?" Carla maintained the frown. "Violette La Rosa once worked with me, and I've known since day one that she's a conniving bitch" Dora said.

She had seen it earlier but paid no attention to it; if Rosa was talking about it, then maybe it was a big deal, and she should have paid more attention. "Dahlia's are my daughter's favourite flowers, but yet they have refused to bloom, even though I have done all manner of things just to make that happen." "I will research it and make sure your daughter's favourite flowers bloom soon." Lila was moved by the story she had just heard. They moved back in because Rosa commented on how chilly it was for them to stay outside. "I will help you with the meal," Lila volunteered because she suddenly felt the urge to never leave the woman's side and to comfort her as much as she could.

(Dahlia) “LUNA Dahlia, Luna Rosie is here to see you.” Before I could answer my assistant, Rosie walks in my room with a basket of fruits in her hand and immediately smiles upon seeing me sitting on the rocking chair while holding a children's book. That one night with Brent was all the omega in me needed to conceive.

Tss. I'm really curious about that woman. Dahlia is her name. Tsk. I think she needs to prepare to meet me in person. @Death Wish