Dahlia Sonic Bloom Novels & Stories

I stood by his side and we looked over the gardens. “You’re a fan of nature, Lys. Do you know what those flowers mean?” He said, gesturing to the red and pink dahlias that we were standing in front of. “Yes Your Highness, though I didn’t take you as the botanical sort.” Kai chuckled and I had to admit that it was nice hearing that sound, healthier this time, “I’m not, but the flower was planted for a reason. All of the plants here are.” I didn’t understand what it was that he wanted from me, so I just shrugged, “Dahlias mean forever, an eternal bond and commitment. It’s not surprising they would be in this garden.”

"Like the princess, tea, or flower?" I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, a smile growing on my face. "The flower. Why do you—why do you call me Bloom?" Zac shrugged lightly, looking out the window. "I assumed it was the flower. Blooming—as flowers do." I inhaled sharply. I was—flattered, I think. Confused. I didn't think Zac was someone who would put thought into a nickname. It—kind of made my heart tug. It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

Brian hastened to reassure the girl even as he nudged Maeve from his lap and stood up. Lea Diane, smiling with relief, and led the way to the room. She opened the door then stood to one side to allow Brian and Maeve to enter before her. She smiled at Maeve's gasp of surprise. The Dahlia Room was done in tasteful shades of green and red, suggestions of the flower in question here and there with the use of shadows and empty space. Great big vases stood on two tables, each holding three dozen of varying types of Dahlias and adding a subtle perfume to the air. There was a large four poster bed in the center of the back wall and some pieces of equipment Maeve didn't recognize along with a couple

Her words were like thick, cool honey. "Damien!" Screamed Dahlia, I couldn't even recognise her voice, Olivia looked at her too. Her eyes darkened— Changing. "What a shame," she said her voice contorting, that cold eel—like feeling wrapping around my throat, "imagine what we could have done with more time." Her voice was in my ears, in my head. Before I could do anything, something blurred past and made to hit where Olivia stood, before I could scream, she— it was gone.

“I see.’’ Dahlia walked over to Kira and stretched out her hands. “Give me your hands.’’ She complied although her eyes were filled with hesitation. Dahlia caught on to that and rolled her eyes. “I won’t hurt you, I swear. I’m not too fond of harming humans.’’ That’s another lie. She stretched out her two hands and she folded them into a ball. Her thumb circled the back of Kira’s right hand as she recited.‘’Reseeth Mauris.’’ Dahlia closed her eyes and recited Reseeth Mauris again, this time with much force. Suddenly, a symbol of an eye appeared at the back of her right hand and I almost gasp. What in Satan’s name is going on? “Draytona Sicorra’’ The orbs started to move voluntarily and Ki

“I fell sick and was unable to attend.” “Well, now you can pay your respect.” Gavin silently agreed. His eyes settled on the stone again, his view on it now different now that he knows its purpose. His eyes fall on the flowers surrounding it. The flowers are admittedly beautiful, but why? “Aster,” the alpha suddenly spoke again. “Sorry?” Gavin asked, confused. “That’s the name of the purple flower,” the alpha supplied. “You wanted to know why it’s chosen?” did Gavin say that out loud?

They all conversed animatedly about the topic at hand but their voices all faded into the background. I couldn't help but think about last night like it was imprinted into my mind and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get it out of my mind for the longest time. Dahlia was both a seductress and temptress wrapped into a body. I’ve been with countless women but none had nearly made me come undone just from their breathless sounds like Dahlia did. It was all I could think about. Those gasps and whimpers. The soft, flowery smell and feel of her hair, the sweet taste of her lips. It had felt an addict finally getting high after years of abstinence.

he asked again, louder this time and successfully snapping Rain out of her daze. She’d nodded despite the stinging pain in her thigh. She wasn’t going to play injured damsel for something that was just a flesh wound. She sucked in a breath and stood up from the floor, Alexander supported her. He was so close to her that the scent of his perfume became ingrained in her mind. Musk. Roses. Danger. She made she’d created enough distance between them after she was sure she could stand on her own two feet properly. Her thigh stung in protest but she but her lip to stop the sound that almost escaped and still took a few steps back for cautious measures.

(Venal POV) I went back to the shop for the real purpose of our visit. To talk to the woman. I found the two women serving our men with milk tea. I just nodded when they stared at me. “Where did you go?” The woman greeted me vigorously. She has had this lively aura around her ever since we first met. Her name is Dahlia Amelia. Like the flower, she makes a place more beautiful. I smiled at her. Generally, the significance of Dahlia flowers is positive. Perhaps the most common of all is finding inner strength, which roots back to the plant’s ability to withstand harsh conditions.