Novel & Cerita Dahlia Rossetti

“Happy New Year, Dahlia.” Happy New year Bram”

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

Something as important as then, why is she always wise she doesn't remember! - I'm sorry, boss. I didn't mean to... He looked away as if he had read her words. - I need to buy her things. Alexandra Dhara turned her chin to Rosabella and told Flora. - Okay, leave everything to me. Tell, Flora took Rosabella for a walk, gave her some pretty clothes to try on. Alexandra Dhara also relaxes her mind by sitting on a long sofa for her. Guests, he is surrounding him once again, the ice-coldness.

Rosetta stood before her mirror, adjusting the deep crimson sash of her gown. Her eyes sparkled—not with excitement, but with cunning purpose. News had already spread through the pack that Aliyah would be attending today’s Council meeting. “This is my chance,” Rosetta murmured to herself, smoothing her hair with deliberate grace. “If I play this right, I can finally make everything go my way.” She turned to leave, but then paused at the doorway. A cold thought struck her. Her steps faltered.

Rossa stood up. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the dress on her daughter’s body. The simple white fabric fell softly. And somehow… it still looked beautiful. Very beautiful. “You are very beautiful…” Rossa whispered. Her smile was sincere. But her tears— kept falling. Unable to stop. “I will do your makeup… so you will look even more beautiful and fresh.” Rossa tried to smile again. She took her small box. The only makeup she had. “But… I only have this powder… and this lipstick…”

Dahlia said. There was no doubt that Dahlia was very beautiful, her long black, loose curl hair fell to her back, almost reaching her waist. Her shiny olive skin and her hazel eyes were her most admirable features. Although she’s just fifteen, she acts and looks way above her age and was already used to getting advances from men, even in the coven.

"You look so much like your mother." Ellie's spine was rigid beneath my hand. "Father." Eliana. There was no record of that being her full name. I'd searched everything when we'd first brought her in—birth certificates, school records, every database I could access. Ellie Knight. Nothing about Eliana. Another secret she'd kept. Another piece of herself hidden away. Vittorio's gaze slid to me, assessing with the cold calculation of someone who saw people as chess pieces. "And you must be Lorenzo, head of The Black Rose. It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard amazing things."

She turned her face toward the window, her eyes closed, savoring the fleeting warmth. Dallion noticed the small smile on her lips. Such a simple girl, he thought. He could see how she found joy in the smallest of things, completely oblivious to the darkness surrounding her. 'Dali, do you know what’s beautiful about this flower here?' echoed a voice from his past, without him even closing his eyes. 'It’s the simplicity. The flower doesn’t stand out like the rest.' Young Dallion had stared at the flower in the woman’s hand. 'Place a rose next to it, and most people would pick the rose. But look closer,' and he had, seeing the small, perfect lines that ran symmetrically from the base of the pet

"My darling, all I want is to be your moon and show you all the little stars of my heart" ~ Alexandra Vasiliu (Author of BLOOMING) "Daisy" I turn around hearing Salvatore's familiar voice, he makes his way to the balcony, my back is leaning against the railing as I patiently wait for him to come. He parts away the sheer curtains, the crease on his forehead instantly relaxes after seeing me.