Dahlia Rossetti Novels & Stories

"Well... she is someone who hates Bianca even more than we do." Rosina nodded her head in agreement as she smiled, which made Annalie look back at her mother still unsure... "Hate is even an underrated word," Rosina said as she walked closer to them.. She stretched out her hand. “Rosina Rose Carter. It’s nice to meet you.”She held her hand out toward Annalie. For a moment, Annalie only stared at it. She slowly looked back at her mother, still trying to understand why she was involving another person in this feud…

Dahlia returned home with a gloomy and sad face because she didn't get revenge on Lucius for what he did to Daisy. Actually, what she was mostly sad about was because she didn't slap Annabelle's cheek. Dahlia was able to clearly remember the wicked grinning of Annabelle, and she totally understands that Annabelle was a wolf in sheep clothings. "Young Miss, thank goodness you've returned. You're just in time for breakfast. I'll have the maids serve your food now". Ms Rousey said with a smile. She stopped smiling as she saw Dahlia staring back at her with teary eyes.

Dahlia's POV Day nine of bed rest I closed the door behind me, locking myself inside my room. The silence wrapped around me like a thick blanket, providing an odd sense of comfort. My eyes landed on the bouquet of roses on my nightstand. The dark red petals appeared soft, their fragrance barely noticeable but still lingering. Ares had given them to me. Not too long ago, such a gift would have felt like a cruel reminder of how much he despised me. But something had shifted. He had changed.

I only blinked. I hadn’t known Dahlia’s middle name until that moment. “Thank you,” Dahlia breathed, then she disappeared out our bedroom door. “Roselba’s pretty,” I murmured. “It’s not her real middle name,” Violet admitted, and I cocked my head at her quizzically. “I just made one up to get my point across.” I couldn’t help my laughter. Even Sophia chuckled. Apparently, I still didn’t know Dahlia’s middle name. “Oh,” Sophia swiped along her tablet as she spoke, “you two wanted to know when the Rogue Finder website was up and running.” She turned her tablet around to show us the completed site. Violet and I neared each other to look at it together.

He was A: an abbreviation of his real name. "Yes, boss." A answered. "But why in New York?" "You're going to keep watch on a belladonna. Isabella Moretti, who's now known as-" "Bella Ryan." The capo man finished, his eyes shining with recognition at the mention of the name "Good, you still seem to remember her." Adriano proudly says. A silently scoffed. 'Did he really expect me to forget Isabella?' He thought. The had, after all, interacted in the past. He was aware of who she was and what they were supposed to be ever since they were kids.

'' It's going to be next to impossible for me to persuade the king to hand over a powerful magical item. But, I won't be Dante Rosetti if I didn't try. Dahlia's soft lips met mine for a chaste kiss before I could protest. ''Bring me the ring and I'll tell you all you need to know.'' I nodded wordlessly and turned my back to her, ready to leave, but I stopped in my tracks. “Just out of curiosity, why do you need the ring?” “For research purposes,” she said simply. I turned to meet her eyes. “That’s all?”

When he glanced at her face, he noticed deep and darkened eye bags, redness in her eyes, and traces of tears that had dried on her cheek. Xeros shook his head since the woman's face was stressed. "Madam, good evening; my name is Ros, and I'm here to offer you something from Dainty Castillo." When she heard the word Dainty, the lady's gaze moved to his and she offered him a bitter grin. "Good evening, too," she said weakly. "What is Dainty offering to me?" "Ahh! It's in my hand, Madam, but it's a hefty bag and you might not be able to lift it," Xeros stated as he showed her the two bags he was holding.

Layla Daisy’s eyes softened. “Tomorrow, we will go and meet Rosie,” she announced, as if she had just discovered the cure for all my problems. “Who the hell is Rosie?” I asked, confused. Daisy blinked at me. “Layla… Rosie. The Rosie. The auburn-haired Omega who looks like she stepped out of a painting. She is the only nice Omega in the entire packhouse.” “That Rosie?” I whispered, leaning forward like someone was about to jump out of the shadows and punish me for even uttering her name. “I heard rumours she used to be a prostitute for noblemen until some jealous wife banished her here.”

When Della opens the door, I can't help but admire her right from top to bottom. A purple sexy lace midi dress so simple but also has the effect to turn eyes especially on a body like hers. Her make up is just perfect coupled with a pair of black ankle strap heels. "Beautiful." I compliment unconsciously. Della blushes. "Do you mean the outfit or me?" she asks. "Both. Everything actually." I splutter. "You look handsome too." she comments.

It glistens in twos. Not only that. Wearing the sleeveless satin dress also exposes the white and clean Rosetta’s neck and shoulders. There’s nothing wrong with her skin. A choker of satin ribbons and a pink jewel necklace around the neck of the band, addressing the degrees of Rosetta as the future Duchess Riverdale. “I shall not lose to anyone!“ murmured Rosetta, smiled in front of the mirror. Her face had natural makeup. Not diminish her beauty. Moreover, her thin lips seem more sensual when applied with lip balm from the scented rose.