Dahlia Sonic Bloom Novels & Stories

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Stella coldly pulled the corner of her lips into a smile. "Safflower, wisteria, deer musk, ephedra, sophora... These herbs sound familiar?" Dahlia stared at her and did not speak. "You didn't want me to get pregnant, so you drugged me. You made me not being able to bear children. Dahlia, did you really think you could fool everyone?" On the other side of the phone, Keegan pursed his lips tightly while his expression was extremely sullen. Aldor, who was at the side, did not dare to breathe too hard.

Dahlia was an army, so she played her favourite BTS songs while she drove, the city blurring past her windows when the phone connected to her car suddenly rang, the screen flashing Thomas. Dahlia immediately answered. "Hello?" "Dahlia." His smooth, deep voice filled the car. That slight accent in his words was somehow more noticeable than the last time they met. "Good morning." She said. " You sound like you’re driving, so I'll take that as confirmation that you are on your way here?” “Yes, I am. Where are you?” “I’m at the venue setting it all up. No one will cheat this time, especially with that trash they tried to pull online.” Thomas said.

The current knows my name now; I taught it when I bled into the sand. Above, the surface glows silver. I can still see her light in it the Luna’s. Aria’s. My sister-not-sister. Each night the glow trembles, and each night it fades a little more. That is how I know I am winning. The goddess is gone; I have scoured the silence for her voice and found only the hum of something older. It answers in vibration, not words: a deep, slow tone that thrums through the coral and bone I have gathered. The Choir.

Drumbrazil, amaryllis, dahlia, anthurium, lavender, fuschia, orchid, honeysuckle, oleander, tulip, echinacea, lily. Siena was mumbling to herself, “If I take out the first letter of each word, the result will be… DADALFOHOTEL…!” So Adalfo was playing code with her! But what was D Adalfo Hotel, another hotel owned by Adalfo?

And Xander looked like he was one second away from murdering both of them. Alaia saw the situation escalating and stepped up to the group, taking Xander’s hand. “Good Morning, Gentlemen.” “Good Morning, Luna,” they both replied with slight nods of their heads. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. It’s quite the predicament, isn’t it?” “Yes, Luna, it is. But he’s too boneheaded to listen to reason!” “There’s no need for all of that, Benjamin. Since I’m here, though, I was wondering. What do the two of you think of dahlias? They are a beautiful flower with the most amazing coloring. A perfect mix of roses and daisies in my opinion.”

he asks, not looking up from my hand as he applies the salve. “Every few days,” I ramble, “there are new flowers on the table in the hall between our rooms. I’ve recognized most of them, but I’ve never before seen the ones that are out there today. They’re magnificent, and I was wondering if you happen to know what they’re called.” He still won’t look at me as he says, “Dahlias.” “Dahlias,” I repeat. “Thank you. I think they may be my new favorite flower.”

A reminder that it had been already three years since she moved into the manor, since she became Ayla Chevalier. Usually, a night-blooming cereus that had been carefully groomed would need another year or two before giving its first flower, that was what Lyra said. However, this plant was special, Ayla had always felt a strong spiritual energy emanating from it. And that night, apparently, it’d bloom for the first time. It was extremely important for her to be back before sunset. *** She met her friend halfway to the city walls. “You look exhausted.” Estée pointed out. “Ironic, since you rarely go out for missions.”

Then she noticed the living room was filled with all sorts of Midnight Blooms. "Why did you buy so many Midnight Blooms? You know I'm…" "Allergic?" Damien's voice was as cold as the grave. "If the Midnight Bloom is incompatible with your bloodline, why did you repeatedly ask Seraphina to make you perfume from it?" Isabella's smile froze on her face. She felt Damien's gaze on her, filled with suspicion and anger. Her voice began to tremble, but she still tried to maintain her innocent facade. Damien walked up to her and held out a bouquet of Midnight Blooms.

Dahlia was a little surprised when she saw the little brother of Kaleid had sprung out the moment he undid his boxer, and it was rising stiffly, pulsating, waiting for it to be touched. Dahlia's hand curiously reached out and touch it, earning a groan from Kaleid, which she finds pleasing to her ears. Dahlia raised her head to look at Kaleid who was biting his lips as blue veins were throbbing on his neck. When he opened his eyes and saw that Dahlia was immersed in looking at his satisfaction, he couldn't help but grin as he looked at him seductively. “Do you like what you see?” He softly groaned as Dahlia's thumb pressed on top of his shaft, earning a groan from him.