Dahlia Xenoblade 2 Novels & Stories

And Xander looked like he was one second away from murdering both of them. Alaia saw the situation escalating and stepped up to the group, taking Xander’s hand. “Good Morning, Gentlemen.” “Good Morning, Luna,” they both replied with slight nods of their heads. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. It’s quite the predicament, isn’t it?” “Yes, Luna, it is. But he’s too boneheaded to listen to reason!” “There’s no need for all of that, Benjamin. Since I’m here, though, I was wondering. What do the two of you think of dahlias? They are a beautiful flower with the most amazing coloring. A perfect mix of roses and daisies in my opinion.”

"What is it doctor?" "Dahlia is having serious deficiency in iron. I don't know if you noticed the symptoms but she's facing difficulties in breathing. She's anemic. Her red blood cells are so low. I'll place her on an iron supplement and dietary plan. But i advise a blood transfusion as soon as possible. I also noticed she's an AB negative. That's a rare blood type, ma'am." I stopped hearing his voice, my eyes filled with tears. How is this possible? Dahlia eats healthy food. How can she be anemic to the point where she needs a blood transfusion? An Ian is the one with the AB negative blood type. I'm doomed.

I say over and over in my head when a hand softly taps on my cheek. “Breathe, Dahlia, just breathe,” Scar urges me. Knowing her abilities in medicine, I knew she was my only hope. “I need you to drink this for me,” she whispers, placing her thumb on my chin, and I open my mouth slightly when I sniffed the air. My brows furrow. “Wolfsbane?” I pull back, recognizing the scent. “Yes, it’s not lethal, just the right dosage,” she says, while I glance between her and the small vial.

Wraya sighed at the end before saying, “I can’t believe the omega really has that impulse of still stealing flowers from you sire…like even after she saw what you did for her.” “That’s because she doesn’t know it’s me, you silly dragon. How many times should I keep reminding you that?” I taunted, wordlessly watering through my plants which seemed dead and gone. “And for your information, Xenia didn’t come to the garden today. Even if she did, Do you think she will take dead flowers as a means to sell? I’m sure she’s found other ways for that now.” I grumbled, dragging several dead plant pots and throwing the contents to regrow them back.

Felix was dumbfounded. What did this have to do with Xena? "You stupid fatso, are you messing with me?" To his surprise, Billy remained serious. "Damn it! Just get this straight—you managed to get Dahlia to leave without taking those favors. If you hadn't helped me out this time, do you think I'd be willing to waste my time? "This is a huge hassle, okay? I'm making sacrifices, too." Seeing this, Felix could only continue questioning, "Tell me why you need Xena, then. Won't someone else work?"

Beside it sat a small BBQ pavilion shaded by wooden beams, with a long stone counter and comfortable seating. It looked like a place meant for gatherings. For laughter. For life. Yet what caught Dahlia's attention most was the garden. Dahlias bloomed everywhere. Rows upon rows of them in soft harmony— crimson, coral pink, ivory-peach. Her favorite. Her chest tightened. She remembered mentioning them once— only once— during a quiet evening years ago. He hadn't been listening. At least…she had always believed he wasn't. She could still remember the bored look on his face that evening. The cold, "Mm" he murmured at intervals.

Dahlia went nuts at the thought of Harrison being in live streams, but the boys never expose him. A few times, I have found Dahlia playing with them. All four of them sitting in front of the big screen in the games room with head seats on and screaming at the TV. That was before she became pregnant. She has even had an Xbox set up in the bedroom so she can play when she is in her nest. “Ok, then it will be tonight. About the wedding.” I say when Titus cuts me off. “Do you think Destinee has not been planning this since Dahlia was born?” he says chuckling, earning chuckles from us all.

(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.

I don't want to be a flower anymore". "What do you want to be, sister?" " A Dahlia..." NOTE: DAHLIA IN ARABIC IS NOT A FLOWER BUT A TERM TO DESCRIBE BIG RAISIN OF FIG TREES, THE ONES THAT ARE SO TANGLED? OLD? AND STRONG. A QUESTION? DO YOU LIKE THESE LONG CHAPTERS OR DO YOU PREFER THAT MAKE THEM SHORTER? THANK YOU FOR READING, PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT.

“The order was made a few days ago, am I right?” “Yes.” “Alright. I’ll go grab it. Feel free to look around.” With that, she was gone and Gabriel took her up on her offer, stuffing his hands into his pocket as he browsed through the flower isles. After a while, he came upon a set of purple looking Dahlias. It reminded him of Leonica and for the first time since leaving Norway- only returning today to get flowers for his grandmother and pay respect to her- Gabriel found himself wanting to see her.