Dahlia Sonic Bloom Novels & Stories

he said without looking up. “Unfortunately.” Sienna smiled tightly. “Shall we try again?” “Fine,” I sighed, sitting back down. “Let’s just get this over with.” “Let’s talk flowers then,” she said brightly. “Peonies, gardenias, orchids—” “I like black dahlias.” Both Nikolai and Sienna blinked at me. “Black... dahlias?” Sienna echoed. “They symbolize betrayal, death, and warning,” I said cheerfully. “Perfect for a wedding built on threats and revenge.”

(Dahlia) “LUNA Dahlia, Luna Rosie is here to see you.” Before I could answer my assistant, Rosie walks in my room with a basket of fruits in her hand and immediately smiles upon seeing me sitting on the rocking chair while holding a children's book. That one night with Brent was all the omega in me needed to conceive.

“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.

"Fantastic.” "Yes. If you stop being a brat, I can tell you what the Somnaris Bloom looks like before you kill someone." I inhaled sharply, biting back an insult. "Fine. Describe it." "Dark blue petals, thin stem, a little bigger than your palm. It smells faintly like wintermint. Look for that." I rummaged through the bag again, cursing Seraphina for not labeling anything, and finally found a jar with dried blue petals. "Got it."

The air in the florist’s shop is a thick, humid sanctuary of botanical scents, a sharp contrast to the sterile, recycled oxygen of the floor. It’s a tiny, tucked-between-buildings spot that somehow maintains the delicate, dew-heavy smell of fresh-cut roses even as the spring heat begins to bake the city pavement outside. I stand there for a long moment, my eyes scanning the buckets until I find them: white lilies and soft pink peonies. These are Selene’s favorites, the specific blooms she once pointed out during a late-night walk, claiming they reminded her of "quiet nights and no drama." In the wreckage of the last two weeks, those words feel like a taunt, but I figure if fourteen days of a

I thanked, pulling my gorgeous little mate into my side "Yeah it was such a shock though" Lacey began, her voice is so fucking annoying, she had one arm linked through Lincoln's and a small scowl on her face. "You know, 'cause Sin's so powerful and handsome and Blossom's quite... plain" she smiled. My Blossom's face fell slightly but she quickly covered it with a smile, clearly trying to be polite. I however was certainly not fucking happy. "Come on Lacey... Blossom is anything but plain" Lincoln said, eyeing her up and down

Lovely said, her smile wicked and insincere as she gestured towards the bouquet of Dahlia flowers beside me. My heart sank as I glanced at the flowers, knowing all too well their implications. Dahlia flowers were notorious for their potent pollen, capable of causing severe allergic reactions in some individuals. I forced a tight smile, masking my discomfort as I muttered. "Thanks for the warm greetings," I chuckled sarcastically at the two. "Oh! We didn't come here to let you know what we're concerned about," Lovely continued, her voice grating on my nerves with its high-pitched tone. I sighed, growing increasingly weary of their presence. "Then why were you here?" I asked, my patience weari

The sun's rays dazzled the garden in a symphony of light and shadow. The gentle breeze whispered through the tall grass, swaying them in agreement. Marcus approached the garden where he saw Alex kneeling by a bed of dahlias, their vibrant colors like jewels strewn across the earth. Alex glanced up, catching sight of Marcus, and smiled. He bent down to clip a crimson dahlia, its petals soft and velvety under his touch. "Ah, Marcus," Alex said, straightening up and holding the flower out to him. "Congratulations on your acceptance by the board."

she muttered, unsure of how to proceed. "Can I assume that leaving a guest alone on the patio is the Golden Moon Pack member's way of treating guests?" Damian still maintained his friendly grin. Alicia sighed, sensing that Damian would not let her leave without a chat. "I apologize, Mr. Howard. Please allow me to show you the garden," she relented. "Thank you, Allie," Damian said with a grin, earning a disapproving look from Alicia. "Don't call me that, please. These are the Summer Damasks on the left," Alicia pointed out, introducing Damian to the different rose varieties.

"Oh yes, the wedding. That's right. Thank you so much, and I love what you're doing with those flowers." The middle-aged couple smiled and invited her to have a look at their work. "These are Dahlias," Ted said, pointing at a bunch of bushy, tuberous pinkish flowers. "Dahlias can be difficult to grow, requiring well-drained soil and full sun, but the payoff is great with a colorful garden. They range in hues from red to violet to pink." "Oh aren't they just beautiful?" Clare said and stooped down to touch their cream-soft petals.