Dahlia Sonic Bloom Novels & Stories

Even so, I leaned closer to her that I was just one breath away from her face. “Dahlia, do you know how you smell?” “Pardon?” “You always smelled so lovely. Your scent is a mix of wild cherries, honey, and milk, just like a refreshing dessert.” I leaned in closer to smell Dahlly. “If you’ve really decided to leave Tristan, would you consider my offer?” “Consider what?” “This -” Before she could even back out, I reached for Dahlia’s chin, tilted her head, and kissed her. The first time I kissed Dahlia, I only brushed my lips onto hers. This time, I made sure I kissed her properly as I take in her soft lips and sucked on them.

“How are you?” Just says the letter and has the letter D signed, at the very bottom of the paper. She quickly released it and she recoiled in shock. “Da-Darwin ?!” the name first entered her mind. And if you count each type of those sent to his flower, it indicates six letters in the name. And if Nadia pulls out the flower she will see a red ribbon tied to each flower with the letter written, D for rose, A for orchids, R for tulips, W for lilies, I for dahlia and N for lotus flower. Six kinds of flowers and six letters.

And in that reserved space, my fingers hovered over a piece of fabric, white and worn from so many nights of touch, draped over an obsidian hanger like a relic. Dahlia’s uniform. I plucked it off the hanger and felt the soft material in my fingers. My eyes fluttered to a close as I brought it up to my nose and inhaled deeply… that scent… a mixture of strawberries and some strange flower that triggered something in the farthese points of my memory. Intoxicating… maddening, fury inciting. “If you keep doing that you will bring damnation upon yourself much sooner, it will only cause your obsession to grow stronger,” Orion commented.

the woman asked in a confused tone. “No ma'am you've done nothing wrong. I'm looking for a particular type of rose, the white rose specifically. Do you have them in your collection.” Jones asked looking serious. The woman noticed the sudden change in his countenance while he asked this question. As she delayed a bit before finally giving her response. "Yes detective, I had only two plants and I sold them two weeks ago" “May I ask who you sold them to” Detective Jones replied. “It was a young woman in her twenties, she looked rich and was extremely beautiful, she really looked like my late daughter. I think she said something about gifting it to a friend” the woman replied with confidence.

The Blue roses looked like they belonged out of this world, Sonia walked closer to one of the bunch and wanted to pluck it "NO," John literally yelled on top of his lungs, Sonia froze in fear, turning around she looked at him with wide eyes "I'm sorry to scare you but these are poisonous roses, also as long as you are on this island, do not, I mean DO NOT attempt to pluck any flower or leaf, especially the blue rose," "Why is that?" asked Sonia

I followed it up with a string of laughing emojis while trying to contain my laughter from spilling out. Alexander: Well I doubt I'd hear anything today that'll beat this, nothing. Me: Suuuuuuuurrrrreeeeeeeeee Alexander: It's true though, nothing can beat any time I spend with you, anything you say to me, anything about you. My laughter transformed into a smile that I couldn't contain and a blush that spread like wildfire. Me: Don't flatter me, Doc. Alexander: Hopefully, it works. I like it when you blush. You looks so pretty like that.

He asked seriously, "Dr. Quinn, have you heard of the Bloom Seeds?" What? Brandon shot up and trembled. "That's it! I knew it reminded me of something but couldn't place it. Yes, it must be the Bloom Seeds!" Zara quickly asked, "What are the Bloom Seeds?" Someone else answered her, "The Bloom Seeds are the signature technique of Sonny Balcom, who's ranked 12th among the Thirteen Aces and Dragonia's Super S-rank wanted criminals. "As the Circle of Hearts, he could inject an undetectable toxin that's painless and symptomless at first. Over time, it forms what we call a Bloom Seed in the victim's body.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to officially seal this union with the exchange of rings.” Seal this union. God. Could they make it sound any more like a hostage negotiation? Dahlia turned to me with this soft, glowing smile like she’d been rehearsing it since birth. Her hand was delicate, nails perfectly painted, a princess straight out of a lifestyle magazine. And then… The perfume hit me. It wasn’t a bad scent expensive, floral, a little powdery. But it slammed into me like a brick wall. Sweet, suffocating, heady.

"I think we should name her after a flower. After all, she did come from a blossom so unexpectedly." Blossom laughed. "Dahlia. It means Elegance and Dignity with Grace above all and that's exactly what she is. She's precious." "Dahlia," I repeated and stoked her tiny cheek where she was still latched on nursing on her mother. "I need to make some calls and have some clothings, a crib, bottles and all that stuff to be brought to the house for baby Dahlia," I said. I got up and made the call to my assistant.

At the rate she was going, she would be lucky to make 4 months. Dalya was still sleeping, and Katalea didn’t want to wake her. Using a trick she had learned from Dakari she conjured a cattleya flower. This beautiful orchid is where her mother had picked her name. It looked so pretty lying by her new sister, Katalea conjured a dozen more and put them in a vase next to the bed. She made a mental note to call her mother and catch up, and left the room. She didn’t notice the tear slide down Dalya’s face.