Dahlia Rossetti Novels & Stories

Now, he had hit her in front of so many of his men. Daemon showed no sign of sympathy. Instead, his voice was ice. "Who gave you the nerve to send Scarlett those photos behind my back?" "Who gave you the nerve to provoke Madre Elena?" At his words, Gianna's tears stopped abruptly, and her face went deathly pale. It was true that Daemon had shown her special consideration, but that was out of a promise he'd made to her deceased father. As for the "intimate photos" Scarlett had seen, they were fakes Gianna had commissioned, created using AI deepfake technology.

“We’ve been talking about the Beta Competition for a while now, and you’ve said little to nothing.” That’s because Dahlia is responsible for my mood! There she is at the other side of the table, putting on her innocent face like she didn’t just leave me hanging in the woods earlier. As if that wasn’t enough, why does she have to look so damn ravishing right now? I mean, her outfit was simple: An oversized cream off shoulder sweater that spared me no mercy, highlighting the peculiarity of her skin, complemented with beige lounge shorts, the table cut off from my view.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

The dress is lacy with long sleeves, scoop neck, studded with crystals till the waist, and flows down the floor from the waist. A long train is trailing behind the dress and it is so beautiful, Thea couldn't move her eyes away from it. "You like this one?" Darius approached from behind and looked at the dress she liked "Isn't it pretty?" She asked with aww. "You are the prettiest thing I can see here" he teased Thea. She blushed a pretty shade of pink. Darius groaned " that blush" he muttered. "I wish I could have my way with you now" he whispered hoarsely.

" Rose, If you're reading this means you're making 25 years age. Congratulations on that achievement baby how I wish could be there to see you. You must have grown into a beautiful young lady, my young lady. I don't know how life is going to be for you without me but be sure of one thing even in death I will love. I wanted to stay by your side and see you grow but I can't fight anymore. When you first said " Mama " I realised you're my whole life and my everything. So I named you Rose, cause you looked beautiful like them at that time.

When I was done brushing and taking my bath, I changed into a pair of black leggings and a light blue sweater when I noticed the weather was a bit chilly. I packed my curls in a bun and left my room, nearly bumping into Anya. "Oh, dearie! I was just about to come and wake you up for breakfast!" she exclaimed with a cherry tone. "Good morning, Anya," I greeted the woman. "Good morning to you too. Follow me. I'm sure you must be starving," she said and turned to leave. "You have no idea," I mumbled and followed after her. "You haven't told me your name yet," she said to me. "Oh, I apologize. I'm Rosaline, but people call me Rose," I told her. she turned around to look at me and I felt a little

It was the one thing that had stunned her but which she couldn't deny. But she had also gotten to that point in her life where she really didn't care about anything or anyone. A sarcastic smirk found its way to her lips when she recalled the all too familiar face she had seen the previous day. Ah, Rosetta Verona D'armani. The despicable wench. She shut her eyes. She didn't care, she really didn't care but she wanted to make Rosetta pay... And she had the perfect tool in her hands. •

“Do you need some money?” “No. I need you to do something for me?” “What is it?” “I need you to tempt Lady Dahlia Hurst and separate her from Count Abell. I need you to pull this marriage apart to its roots beyond repair...” ****************************** DAHLIA: I struggled to reapply the cosmetics in my face. I was not very good with make-up, to begin with. I only knew the basics, and most of the time, it was Lina who turned me into a beautiful thing whenever there was a party.

Bella hurriedly went out to go get what I had ordered her to do. With my hand still forcefully clutching a lock of hair, I turned her around so that I could look at her face. VANESSA.... The grip on my hair was so tight and it made me want to cry, but I had bit down hard on my lips. I cussed loudly when I bit down on the sore in my lips. I tasted my own blood.

DAHLIA : The High Priestess; a person believed who had lived thousands of years ago. She participated in the war and used the power of the wish granter to have a land for humans. Dotoria worshipped her like a deity despite her humanity. For them, she was an angel sent by heaven. For other races, she was a cheater who stole the wish granter from the competition and made her own rules. She was a brave human for ones, a villain for others. Personally, I wasn’t attracted that much to her story. However, I was interested in her ability to see the shadows.