Dahlia Rossetti Novels & Stories

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.

I had another burning question. “Where’s Dahlia?” I heard her force a swallow before whispering in just one word. “Dead.” I froze, my eyes widening at the word. So, he was a widower. What an unexpected twist. “That’s… sad.” I whimpered, feeling slightly sorry for him. “It must have been hard for him.” Rosa heaved a deep breath. “Her death broke him,” she said, and I traced the sorrowful tone that lingered in her voice. “They were inseparable. And she was pregnant with their baby before she died. Axel almost went insane.”

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?"

His deep reflection was interrupted abruptly by a soft voice that uttered his name with a pinch of anxiety: —Duncan? - Rosalie, with her striking presence, rescued him from the whirlwind of confused thoughts. He turned, surprised, and found the woman standing at the door, fixing her eyes with an intensity that captured his attention immediately. Rosalie was dressed in an elegant fashion, with a black pants that highlighted her slender silhouette and a white blouse that framed her natural beauty. Her hair, still damp, seemed to shine as if she had just come out of a relaxing bath. Duncan, momentarily oblivious to the challenges and threats surrounding her life, stared at her with an expressio

“ Yeah ! He likes the sister and you like the brother . Don’t act as if you don’t understand my words Amra Caddel . I wasn’t born yesterday . I have tasted love and gave birth to your mother . I would love to hear more about this later after you finish work at the company . “ said madam Dahlia . “ I told you that is not like that . “ said Amra . “ Oh please ! No boy in this world can make you nervous like this . No one has been able to affect you no matter how many expensive and luxurious grifts they would bring you , you would never be touched no matter what they did . You are the rose that everyone wants to possess in the world of the rich . You are beautiful , you are good , you are cool

She was the complete opposite of him – short, warm-toned skin with creases around her mouth that said she smiled often, and an apron tied haphazardly over a floral gown. “Oh, you must be her!” the woman beamed. “I’m Rosetta – been cooking for Mr. Fowler since he was barely twenty. Come in, bambina, you look half-cooked yourself.” “Rosetta,” DeMarco cleared his throat. “His... wife.” Rosetta stopped, her smile drooping a little as her eyes darted to Niya, then back to DeMarco. “Lord have mercy,” she muttered. “Didn’t think I’d live to see the day.”

Ivory smirked when she saw Mari panicking; she smiled at her class mates who in turn clapped as she returned to her seat. The next person was Natasha. ‘Hello everyone my name is Natasha Colby, my father is knight Colby’ Natasha said. Collective gasps could be heard, everyone knew the story of how knight Colby rose to fame, he went from grass to grace. ‘I’m proficient in literature, calligraphy and embroidery’. Everyone clapped as Natasha went back to her seat. At last everyone had introduced themselves.

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

It was such a beautiful mass. Then came the reception. Tori changed into a gold colored dress and of course, little Dahlia had a matching dress as well. Dahlia was the live of the party. She was so excited and kept on telling everyone she now had a big family. She stuck to Zach, Tina and Nonna for most of the evening since they were the people she was particularly fond of. She also played with Bella, Susan, Finn and Maria.