Dahlia Sonic Bloom Novels & Stories

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

"Oh, no! In Sonia's last life, someone also broke into the clinic to rob people. How did she get caught up in this again? "That useless Fabian. Sonia risked her life for him so many times, and he's just standing there, watching her get hurt!" The pain was so sharp that I nearly blacked out. I bit hard on my lip to stay conscious and screamed again toward Fabian. "Fabian, please save me! I'm going to die!" But before I even finished, Viola let out a piercing scream. One of the attackers noticed their fancy clothes and charged at them with a knife. Fabian instantly held Viola's hand and ran out of the clinic.

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

Dahlia took the 2x4 from my hands and walked over to the saw. Dahlia is my niece. She is 18 years old, and beautiful as can be. She stands right at 5'2" inches tall. She has long blonde hair, green eyes, full pouty lips and just a few freckles splashed across her pert little nose. Her body is lean from all the running she does, and she has very shapely, muscular legs with the most incredible backside that I have ever laid eyes on.

Dahlia said bringing out Jake's moonlight ring. "A moonlight ring, what are you doing with it?" Paak asked concerned. "No questions, just enchant it" Dahlia demanded. "It's for that Jake boy ain't it?" Paak asked. "I said no questions!" Dahlia said in anger and then she used her powers to make Paak feel a very disturbing high-pitched sound but instead of him feeling it she was the one feeling it. She closed her ears irritated by the noise. She begged Paak to make it stop and after a while, he did.

She collected it and brought it closer to her nose, savoring the fragrance, which was a blend of fruity and spicy notes with hints of citrus and clove. “So sweet of you, Ethan,” Fiona blushed, staring into his eyes that sparked with warmth and emotions. “But wait, Ethan,” Fiona tilted her head, trying to get something. “How did you know I like pink Dahlias?” Her brow furrowed. “Or is it just a coincidence that you got it?” A huge grin spread across his face. “Let's just say I have my ways around the city,” he responded. “Hmm, looks like you’re not telling me something,” suspicion flickers in her eyes.

She was a precious gemstone that he was dying to have. He went to the backyard and took a look around, trying to figure out how to put the perfect date for her in that place. He took his phone out to check the weather and luckily, there was no rain the next day. He glanced at the huge black canopy in his backyard and decided that it would be the dinner spot. He remembered that she once told him the Dahlia was her favourite flower, so he planned to give her a huge bouquet of Dahlias. She adored the scent of lavender, so he put in his mind to fill his house with lavender-scented candles.

I can smell your cologne. He chuckled softly, and when he removed his hand from her eyes, Beck saw the rare flower he had brought her. —I stopped by the florist and asked for the rarest flower they had. So, he showed me this: the yellow dahlia. Beck took the flower, admiring its beauty. —It’s perfect, Bryan. —Perfect like you. Its colors remind me so much of you, your joy, and the way you see life. She smiled, touched, and they kissed, sharing a sweet moment.

The First Bloom It began in the Grove of Becoming. A single flower bloomed out of season deep violet petals edged in silver, unlike anything we’d ever seen. It pulsed faintly, as if alive with memory. Dahlia examined it with reverence. “It’s not from here,” she whispered. “Or… it’s from here, but not this time.” Seris touched the petals and immediately froze. She saw something. I could tell. When she looked up, her eyes shimmered.

“The order was made a few days ago, am I right?” “Yes.” “Alright. I’ll go grab it. Feel free to look around.” With that, she was gone and Gabriel took her up on her offer, stuffing his hands into his pocket as he browsed through the flower isles. After a while, he came upon a set of purple looking Dahlias. It reminded him of Leonica and for the first time since leaving Norway- only returning today to get flowers for his grandmother and pay respect to her- Gabriel found himself wanting to see her.