Dahlia Rossetti Novels & Stories

A piece of paper popped up in the middle, and Via pulled it away. Sean’s neat and elegant handwriting once again filled the letter-shaped greeting card. ‘One of the florists said to me, Dahlia is a flower with a beautiful meaning; Commitment, Endurance and Dignity. A symbol used for weddings. Not only that, a woman who likes Dahlia shows that she is a strong and elegant woman. It was only after I looked at it again that I realized that you are the representative of the Dahlia Flower itself, and for now I am giving you Dahlia not only because you like it, but also to show that I am not messing with my words.’

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…”

"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.

Dahlia. “I said, yes. I already experienced being in Boss Dar’s bed. We had a mind-blowing s*x days ago, Gerthel. If I were you, do not be so conservative anymore. You will not regret doing it with him,” Ms. Dahlia said grinning wide. In her mind, she was boasting not only to tell someone else that she was able to taste the body of one of the most sought billionaire bachelors in town but also to piss off Gerthel since she could sense that she was hiding something from her. She could feel that Gerthel Maurii is no longer the virgin shy young lady that she thought about how to please a man. Worst, her mind suddenly recollected what Mr. Gab told her that it was Boss Dar with whom Gerthel spent

Rosa said, trying not to match his tone, one of them had to be calm, and it looked like she had to be that person. “Look, I’m sorry I’m just… I’ve had a rough day.” He said this time meekly making Rosa smile in triumph. “It’s fine, I fully comprehend that. I’m Rosalina, Rosa for short.” She said, stretching her hands to him. “Hello, beautiful rose. I’m Damon.” He said, taking her hand in his, he brushed his lips against it. Rosa felt her insides melting at not just his voice, but the feel of his smooth, slightly calloused palm and the light tickle of his mustache against her skin.

For half a second, my mind betrayed me and supplied the wrong name. Penelope. But I knew instantly that it wasn’t her. I knew because this woman wasn’t posed. She wasn’t performing. She wasn’t trying to be anything other than what she was. And most importantly, she didn’t seem like she had a stick up her ass. This wasn’t Penny. This was Dahlia. She wore a white wedding dress—elegant and timeless, the kind you never forget once you’ve seen it. Her hair was pinned up in a classy updo putting her slender neck on display. In her hands was a bouquet of white roses.