Dahlia Rossetti Novels & Stories

Smiling at her. From behind, she took out a red rose, slowly approaching him. Every glance seemed to be captivating. Rodel's mouth opened involuntarily when Dhalia bit the stem of the flower at him. He didn't know what his wife's trick was, but he willingly complied. "Honey... keep biting that. You'll just take the bite out of that stem when I say. If you don't obey, I'll punish you..." Rodel nodded prematurely, filled with fear and desire again when he felt Dhalia licking his elegant breasts.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

"Whatever. You guys are sucky wingman's. Sucky heartbreak healers." "Heartbreak healers," Aatalo laughed quietly. "That's a good one. I could use that for art inspiration." Anthony rolled his eyes. "Of course. I'm helping you when you should be helping me." Aatalo only grinned behind the cover of his book. * Rosie stepped into the apartment complex with bags in her hand. She spent all morning stocking up on her art supplies, having a busy day ahead of her.

She replied in monotone and walked past them. Rose sat on her bike and left leaving them behind. Damian saw her disappearing behind the big metal gate and sighed in defeat. "Why do you call her rose, her name is Arabella..." Isabella said. "Because she is rose..." Damian said looking at all the roses in the garden he has been cherishing till now with all his care and love. Rose drove towards the hills, she parked her bike and walked in towards the edge, she could see the whole city from their.

She was really getting good at that. Then the air changed. She didn’t need to turn around to know. Alexander stiffened. His arm around hers tightened for a second too long. Rosa followed his gaze. Daphne was approaching. She wore white this time, sunglasses perched atop her head, confidence exuding like air. Rosa couldn't help but mutter, “The devil wears white.” Rosa felt Alexander’s breath hitch. She looked at him briefly, her chest knotting. Did her presence really affect him this much?

Quickly, I straightened, schooling my expression. Another maid approached us from the hallway. “Good morning, Mr. Julian.” “Good morning, Mirela,” Julian replied easily. “Welcome, Miss. Hayes,” she greeted me politely, looking perfectly composed. “Good morning,” I replied. She was much younger than Rosa—early thirties, maybe. She acted polite but her expression was neutral and she seemed a bit distant. Nothing like Rosa. Julian turned to Rosa. “Is Dahlia here yet?” “Yes.” Rosa answered immediately. “She stepped outside just now to take an important call.”

Delilah greeted her warmly and led her to the hidden room, away from prying eyes. The woman introduced herself as she sat down across from Delilah. "I’m Rose," she said, her tone clipped and free from hesitation. Delilah leaned forward slightly. "What can I help you with?" "There’s a popular artist named Rowan Wilder," Rose began, her gaze sharp and unflinching. "He sabotaged my career, ruining my reputation. I want him executed." Delilah’s lips parted briefly in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. "Alright," she said smoothly. "Any specific method of execution?"

the second person chuckled, stroking the rim of his wine glass. Lucien halted in his tracks at the sight of Dahlia, draped in that black shiny dress— a mix of sequin and diamonds. Her hair was tied neatly into a romantic low bun, two side bangs cupping her face. Her makeup was modest, almost imperceptible but...but still... "Mr Voss" Dahlia said. Lucien blinked once, an attempt to clear the fog she already caught him in. "Miss Winters" Dahlia nodded once— slightly before stepping into the hall.

Marisa Darcywas wearing a Chanel limited edition light curry dress, which made her whole person gentle. When she saw Emma Rosy, Marisa Darcy smiled, "Emma Rosy, you're finally here." Emma Rosy stiffened, her hands clutching the bag, her stubbornness and pride would not let her bow her head in front of Marisa Miller. Emma Rosy bit her lip, turned around and walked away.

Roseanna said then wiped Allison's tears "Don't cry we should be celebrating come on" Roses. A and James came home tired they have a long day of shopping with Allison. When they enter the gate Roseanna notice the flower in the pathway "Hold this," she said handing the bags to James then she picks up the flower and read the card "Happy Graduation day my lovely Rose, keep on smiling your so beautiful"- D "What's that?" James asked and went over to her "Dahlia's" she answered smiling "Wait you have suitors now? Who is it?"