Dahlia Rossetti Novels & Stories

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.

DANE I had seen Dahlia leaving in a hurry. Since she had received that parcel in the morning she had been lost in thought. Even when I had needed her signature she had been lost in thought. I had pretended I didn’t remember last night, and it was for the best. It had been an intoxicated mistake. I don’t even know why I kissed her, even if she was a sexy doll. She was still a rich spoilt princess. The more I said that the more it felt unconvincing.

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?”

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.

"I have something very important to discuss with Julietta, you can come down for lunch ." "Okay." "I guess Rosita had brought your personal maid to you ." I asked, staring at her face , the mascara had stained her eyes and she looked like a rat that had drowned. "I would be upstairs then ." She turned and left . I ran my hands through my hair and went through the back door . I was craving for a cigarette, I rolled my sleeves up my arms revealing the tattoos . I brought out a cigarette from my pocket and stuck it in my lips without lighting it .

She didn’t change her password. “Miss Rose, why your laptop’s password is the red rose?” Alex asked. “This is the name of my cafe, which is dear to my heart. I made my identity with my cafe. People recognize me as the owner of the Red Rose cafe and I loved it the most.” Rose answers with so many emotions. “Red Rose is so dear to you, that you are using it as your a sign on the victims’ body whom you are murdering brutally? Are you proud of this also?” Riya again sneers at her, she is hating the word ‘Red Rose’ to the core.