Novel & Cerita Dahlia Xenoblade 2

"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 hurriedly looked around trying to find any that would trigger my memory but none did,they all looked thr fucking same to me I let out a sigh of frustration as I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Welcome to lia's flower shop how can I help you toda….” The sales person said her voice trailing off in shock. I turned around and felt my jaw go slack in shock, dahlia stood there in an apron, face stained with a little dirt,her hands shielded by the large green gloves she wore,legs in an equally large green boots, she stared at me,all the color drained from her face like she'd seen a ghost. “Dahlia?...” I asked still stareing at her in shock.

Malakai pressed Eden's head to his chest and stroked her blond hair. Eden was right, Malakai's scent was intoxicating. It was the smell of cologne, leather, and sandalwood. But something else too, like the smell of a flower, hyacinths. Or that might have just been in Eden’s head. Eden pulled back a little and looked into Malakai's eyes. She said it before but she'll say it again, Malakai's eyes looked like they held universes. And then something unexpected happened.

"You know my role model? How's that possible? You're lying! You're just Connor's glorified maid. How could you know anything about racing?" Phoebe swiped to another photo. "You're a huge fan of Sun, right? I bet you've never seen these photos." Dahlia had every piece of Sun's merchandise available and every leaked photo memorized. It was true that she had never seen the images on Phoebe's phone. She forced through gritted teeth, "Do you really know Sun? Take me to her!" "Only if you do exactly as I say." "Dream on!" Dahlia would rather die than concede to Phoebe.

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.

Just as Lena was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Aaron say— “No need. I’ll do it later.” Lena: … What the hell do you mean, later? Just let her take the damn laundry so I can leave! “Aaron, can I take a look at this plant?” Xandra asked casually, but before waiting for a response, she was already walking toward the curtain—toward her. The plant was right next to where Lena was hiding. With the bright reflection of the snow outside, if Xandra so much as turned her head slightly, she’d definitely spot her.

Oh my God ! Ty hugged me close to him and kissed me passionately before releasing me and said, “I am so proud of you, baby,” he smiled and kissed my forehead making me blush. “I add on to the Elder’s boon, Alpha Stone,” Xenia suddenly said. “Your daughter will be the most powerful dragon-were-vamp hybrid and I give her the additional power of “Steal” that will help her learn other’s powers immediately as soon as she sees them wield them,” Xenia added.

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?"

Lucien nodded dismissively, pangs of something vicious gripping his chest. Dahlia. His fingers reached for his lips, tracing the edges, her defiance clawing into his mind. His body still throbbed at places hers had brushed. The bulge below had yet to subside and was still aching for something close to impossible. He laughed. Low and guttural. The sound faded quickly, leaving the room quiet. Lucien stood by the window, his gaze drifting over the garden below where the dahlias swayed in the morning light. Dahlia.