Dahlia Rossetti Novels & Stories

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.

he murmured. Rosette pov "You wish you had a love like that, right?" Rosette asked Ana. "Excuse me?" Ana said, pretending not to know what she was talking about. She took a swig from her bottle of beer. "Me too; I thought I would get an Alpha or royalty as mate, but I have to make do with the one I have even if I had my eyes on another person." "Who are you?" She stretched, "Rosette Adam, I am Brian's mate and also a healer, and you are, Lady...."

Her mom also kissed her cheek, which made Dahlia smile. "How's your married life, Dahlia?" Rolette asked her. "It's okay; we are happy. How about you? Do you have a boyfriend?" Daghlia asked Rolette, who made her cheeks turn red. "Hmm. I have a suitor," Rolette confessed. Dahlia suddenly hit her on the shoulder, which surprised Rolette. "You! Who is that lucky guy who is courting you?" Dahlia asked curiously. "W-what," she stammered. She waited for Rolette to say something but still didn't answer. Suddenly they were surprised when someone entered the kitchen. Dahlia peeked to see who it was.

"Ma'am, table Rosalía overlooking the beach is your reservation. Have a nice day, I hope you enjoy 'Ceretti'. The butler leads me toward Rosalía and that's it I spotted her, wearing the latest Oscar De La Renta maxi dress with flower patterns all over it. I watched her keenly as she applied lipstick on her overly-thin lips. God, she pretends to be fancy but in reality, she is still that lower middle-class housewife mindset. My eyes narrowed in their own accord as I spotted three more women sitting across her, and my feet halted in the midst as I recognized them. They all were laughing at something.

I baked you some cookies to show that I am really sorry and also Merry Christmas! I made you a cheap present. I made it so it's priceless. Hope you like it. Remember my name is Dahlia, the beautiful flower that means Dignity and Elegance. I saw Lucas staring at me, awed as for the first time, I smiled, a genuine smile after reading the note with a flower scribbled at the end of the note that maybe was a dahlia by the shape of it. That girl was definitely not elegant but her name was as beautiful as her.

He stopped. "We'll just wait for her till she gets out and drop her home for now." He nodded. "Kaden, I need to talk to you. About certain someone I once worked for. I need your help in it" I look at him and nod. "We have to take care of this situation first" I said walking inside. "Who are we dealing with?" I asked, my eyes staring at Rose as she danced over the floor. My hands clenching in fist everytime she took something off her body. She never went nude. But her in a bikini was enough to send me off.

I hung up, knowing she just wouldn't let me walk away without putting up a little show. “Who let you in here!” Roselle asked, coming to stand right in front of me. I smirked “The company is called DAHL, not Roselle. I should be asking you that question,” I purposely taunted her. She glared at me. “The company is indeed called DAHL but my man owns it….” “That's because your man is a filthy thief. A nobody….” Roselle laughed. “Are you angry, Dahlia? Does Desmond taking this company from you annoy you?” She flashed me a mocking smile.

So Rosita, Daphne and Lance stood talking with Serena. Rosita was a tall, slim woman who looked like a mexican beauty queen. She was wearing a completely transparent, full length, form fitting dress that permitted no more than six inch steps. She had whispered to him at the door "I won't have it on long anyway, Lance. You'll spend some time with me tonight, won't you?" He had just grinned.

He introduced himself politely. The ladies smiled at his politeness, “I am Rachel and these are Dahlia and Dolly.” The woman with blonde hair introduced herself and her friends, Dahlia with a brunette hair, she’s covered in a square neck, long sleeve pencil dress colored in black and beige which hugged her body and Dolly, gaining the same brunette hair and wearing the same dress. They are twins.

“It’s alright, mother. Rosy told me a lot about you, father. She admires you a lot. She told me to learn from you and be principled like you.” Asteria smiled as she walked toward him. Anthony rubbed her forehead, “Who is Rosy?”. Asteria was surprised as she replied, “Rosaline Dayne.” Anthony’s face relaxed. “You mean Lina. I had forgotten she is - Rosy to her friends. She is a good girl. A perfect match for our Liam.” Asteria nodded, “They look good together. Will looks like a normal person only in front of her.” Anthony led her to the couch, “How do you know them?”