Dahlia Tvd Novels & Stories

I exhaled hard through my nose, jaw clenching as I turned from the window and looked back at the desk. Dahlia Torres sat comfortably there, too comfortably, my second in command and the old man's scout in disguise. Her heels were kicked up on the edge of my desk, her thumb flicking lazily across her phone while the other hand dangled a burning cigarette between perfectly polished fingers. Dahlia had always been like this, a walking storm in tight suit dresses and sharper words, with ombre hair just brushing her shoulders. A twenty-six year old criminal defense lawyer and one of the few people I ever trusted.

I was befuddled. “You said you have no family left, right?” I slowly nodded. “I found one of your relatives, Dahlia.” itsclarixass

Murmurs rippled through the group. "He's telling the truth," Kyle said quietly beside Natzy. She turned to him. "What?" "He's a genius," Kyle said, his gaze fixed on Naro. "He sees patterns most people don't." "A game?" Natzy repeated, skeptical. "VEDRAH is a trial ground," Kyle said. "We're judged here. Hunted by what we've done. The worst of what we are." Natzy's chest tightened. 'Hunted by my crimes.' The words echoed in her mind.

, her voice dropped, "if your terms doesn't meet half of my expectations, both you and the Voss Empire will be going under" "I will do my best". A dismissive huff. Then the line died. Dahlia stared at the dark screen of her phone, her lips slowly curving. "Sasha… oh, Sasha…" she murmured softly. "You really do know how to make a show worth watching".

Dahlia sat in her seat again. "Is that so?" "Oh!! By the way, I have something else to do! Sorry, Dahlia. I have to go!" Dahlia returned to her room and opened her laptop and Skypi app again. Hoping her husband was online and back at his apartment. When she opened her Skypi, Travis was active 30 minutes ago.

Four minutes later, I put dry, slightly uneven toast on a plate and looked at it and looked at the maids and dared any of them to say something. Mara said something. "Miss Dahlia used to make Alpha Darryn eggs," she said, wiping down the counter with long, even strokes. "Soft scrambled. He liked them with the chives from the back garden. She knew exactly how long—" "Dahlia," I said clearly, "is not here." "No," Mara agreed. "She's not," she kept wiping. "Say what you want to say," I told her. Mara set down the cloth, turned around, and looked at me with the expression of a woman who had been waiting for this invitation for six days.

Dahlia's POV I feel like letting the earth open up and swallow me. This is the result of a one night's slip up brought about by lust and passion. One thing I am sure of is that Dai will never be a part of my baby's life. I am going to love him/her to the moon and back. My girls have been very supportive since they learnt about the baby, they didn't need to ask who the father is cuz they already know.

Did I care for Dahlia? I moved Kendra back, taking in her orangey tan and her heavy clumpy fake lashes. Fuck, I did want Dahlia. It wasn’t just her wealth… With this news, I dropped onto my sofa. Not even noticing when Kendra sat in my lap kissing me as she cried that she missed me.

“ Thanks, Dahlia!” Dahlia glances at her with a smile and nods. Dahlia didn't do as much as she was thinking. The reason she didn't need any medical support is because Dahlia has been healing her body slowly without making it obvious. She could have healed her immediately. Although it would take her a whole month. But she didn't. To adapt into the world of humans, on earth, she must not do something reckless. So to put it up, she just plays along. They walked more than ten minutes when they arrived at the vast field of different types of seasonal vegetables. Aurora glances around finding the reason why Dahlia said it was that hard to get away with three people.

Dahlia’s voice sliced through the garage, smooth and venomous. “Well, well, Blackjack and her pet soldier. I know exactly what you’re planning with those little flips and secret meets, and Marcus was only the beginning. Keep pushing, and I’ll make sure Vex gets every delicious detail before you even reach the desert. Tick tock, lovers. I have front-row seats to your ending.” She crackled before the radio went dead. Raine’s hand tightened on my arm as Dahlia’s voice echoed.