Dahlia Sonic Bloom Novels & Stories

Lying through my teeth comes so easy. Dahlia's eyes glow a faint pink and she looks at the men. Knowing that she only sees me, the delighted look on her face amuses me. "My love!" She walks forward and hugs Trent. "Please help me... I feel so itchy..." she bats her eyes making Trent smirk.

Zelle shows the red dahlia she drew, "Sophia likes dahlia, and she likes the color red... I don't know what to do for her except draw what she likes... I don’t know what I can do… for her…” Cohen hold onto the sketchpad, “Miss Sophia would like you to eat three times a day,” Cohen remarked as he stood up and covered her with his hands. “...and not dehydrate yourself beneath the sun,” he added. “Miss Sophia would be delighted if you were well and happy." “T-thank you...” Zelle bit her lower lip. “The red dahlia is a symbol of strength and power. You need it, Miss Zelle,” Cohen encouraged her, “some people give it to others as a get well soon present. I'm sure Miss Sophia wished for you to be

This showed just how large the whole academy was. Rie went straight to the school garden. She hadn’t arrived there yet, but she could already hear the soft sound of the violin. It was Pachelbel’s Canon in D major. She smiled and continued walking. At the center of the garden was a gazebo and inside it was a girl with long golden hair and golden-brown eyes. She was the source of the wonderful violin music that Rie had just heard. Rie closed her eyes and savored the music she’s hearing. Then the music paused. She opened her eyes and saw that the girl was looking back at her. The girl then smiled as if she had just saw the most wonderful thing in the world.

“But it comes with a cost.” Eric narrowed his eyes. “What cost?” Daxton’s lips curved. “You walk away. Let me go. Let me vanish. And in return, she lives.” Sonia stared at Echo. At this quiet, innocent child bred in shadows. Her own blood, in some twisted way. Then she looked at Daxton. The man who orchestrated so much ruin. Who took her brother. Her future. Her identity. “No,” Sonia said. She fired. A single shot.

Dahlia nodded again and moved to Xavier. “Root stimulant solution, and a bag of compost.” She pointed to Denzel next. “Lime, and a middlemist red flower.” I gasped. This is the flower I’ve been looking for! “And you, Lancel.” Dahlia queried, but I could only stammer. My eyes were solely fixed on Denzel. The fact that he has it means that my rose is not the correct material! I have to get that flower! It’s the key to winning.

The woman’s smile deepened slightly. “Then you should get her these,” she said, reaching for a bouquet of fresh roses and placing them carefully on the counter. Damien looked at them, then nodded slowly. But his gaze didn’t stop there. He glanced to the side, noticing another set of flowers. “And those?” he asked. “Hibiscus,” the woman replied. “Bright. Soft. They stand out without trying too hard.” Damien considered that for a second. “They look good,” he said.

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

Replied Dahlia to her. Dahlia stood up when she poured the melted cream in her dress. She went to the cashier to have a wet tissue. Her phone was popped up a notification. Mitchell saw her phone screen pictures. It was Joshua decker. She was confused because she was familiar with the man in the photo. When dahlia went back, Mitchell asked her seriously. Dahlia who was the man in your screen pictures?” “Ah, he was my future husband soon, his name is Joshua decker the only son of Vanlimz family, why did you ask?” said Dahlia to her.

A meadow. Glowing. Golden. Bathed in magic light that shimmered like stardust. Damian and I walked forward in silence, wounded, bloodied, but alive. In the center of the meadow was a single flower. Tall, with petals that shimmered gold and silver like woven moonlight. The fabled Solaria Bloom. “It’s real,” I breathed. “It can cure curses,” Damian whispered, kneeling beside me. “Like the one killing my father.” I picked it with shaking hands, the stem humming against my palm. For a moment, I felt warm.

It is all so hazy and muffled. Feeling the wet cloth on my head as I lie on the bed, my body is now spasming uncontrollably. I cannot open my eyes but I know they are all here. Feeling soft kisses on my face and hands before the darkness takes me. Soon a white dahlia blooms into place, and colors begin raining down on the pedals. It is beautifully hypnotic and calming. Black, blue, red, and purple color the flower to perfection. Kimarhi’s face came into focus, along with Lorcan and Xim’s.