Dalia Hernandez Novels & Stories

Dale Ravencrest. His jaw clenches at the thought of it. He'd underestimated Dale but he won't make that mistake twice. "The Harrington gala started an hour ago." Dianna checks her watch, breaking the tense silence. "Dale's wife is there under her Elizabeth Sinclair identity." "Her team's small tonight." Dianna continues the briefing. "Just two bodyguards, both focused on perimeter threats. They won't expect an approach from inside the gala itself." Kieran doesn’t say anything. Since the estate raid, Kieran knows exactly what Aria Taylor means to Dale.

He called after her She didn't turn didn't wait, she just kept on running past her class and past the door, Fuck it all, she needed a break. Dalia Grey Dalia sat across her psychiatrist, a big smile stretched across her face and her features seemed to reflect how hard she was trying to express cheerfulness and positivity, her face certainly hurt from putting up that absurd smile, but it was a small price to pay, whatever happened, she'd make sure she was never in that horrible space ever again Her knuckles gripped the chair with utmost ferocity as the Dr James Howell dished out her monthly evaluation questions "Have you been having any suicidal thoughts lately Dalia?" He asked rather curtly

Can’t really move too much anyway with all the tubes and wires running everywhere. Mark and Kelp come forwards. Kelp is holding a pretty girl around the waist and acting like it is his lifeline. She must be his mate. Kelp still comes to me dragging her with him and says, “Hey little ghost, you’re back. We missed you and could you please stop trying to leave us? Oh yeah, look what I found.!” The girl is giggling in his arms. “Hi Luna! I am Dalia, Kelp’s mate, and Alpha Nathan’s sister.” She flashes me the sweetest smile and I hope that we get to know one another and become friends.

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

“Her younger sister.” “Elena has a sister?” I asked, confused. “Yes. Her name is Dalia Garcia,” Marcus replied. “She used to work for MI6. She’s a specialist in psychological warfare, torture, mind games… basically the worst kind of enemy.” I took a step back. “She’s smart, dangerous, and the one calling the shots now. Giovanni’s merely a pawn,” Marcus finished. “Jesus Christ,” Dante muttered, standing up abruptly. “We need to get Flora out of here right now. She’s not safe.”

On cue, Dyl opens the door, his red medical bag in hand. "Jesus," he says, looking at me, "how are you feeling?" "Probably as bad as I look." Wills's arm stiffens around my waist. "Can you give her something for the pain?" He asks. Dyl nods, sitting down onto my side of the bed. He gently touches my face, prodding the cheekbone with his fingers. I'm surprised by the lack of pain. "You've definitely sped up the healing process," he says to Will, "there's no fracture in her cheek anymore." I draw my eyebrows together in confusion, "What do you mean?"

I presume she didn't even notice that someone is outside the door. I opened the door, and a middle-aged woman with a bright smile came into my sight. She has black curly hair with narrow eyes, a prominent nose, and she's slightly overweight but in an attractive way. And she's holding a big red umbrella. "Hello, Mr. Fernan. I'm Dalia, the part-time babysitter," she said with a wide smile. "Hi, Dalia. I'm glad that you came even it's raining hard. Come, come on in." And I opened the door widely, and she came in.

"I know bu—" "It's a multi-billion dollar company, son. You will accept it.” The man’s tone brooked no argument. "Now, what of this girl your mother tells me you plan to marry?" My heart rate sped up. "She's—" "Dalia. Twenty-four years of age. Has lived with drug dealers. Been in jail. Worked in a strip club. Dated your associate, Devon, and now she's got her claws in you. Have you lost your mind? What can you be thinking? Or are you even thinking?

she asked again. " My name is Sarah, Ms. Dahlia." Sarah was too shy and bowed down. "Don't be shy, just call me Dahlia. Come here and have breakfast with me. Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Dahlia asked Sarah. She grabbed the chair next to her and then shyly sat down. "N-not yet," she answered. "The timing is right! By the way, How old are you??" "I'm nineteen, Sister and I'm currently studying. I'm one of Mr. and Mrs. Monte Cristo's scholars," she answered.

I smiled at her and placed the tray of foods on the table. I sat beside Matt. “Lay. This is Dalia, my second cousin.” I nodded as response. That is what Stacey has been talking about her ‘connection’ in SOMA. “Alayna, don’t let that bitch Clover get in your head.” Dalia instructed me. “That’s what I’ve been telling to her.” Stacey said, there is a full of excitement in her voice. “Not anymore.” As I told them that, they all cheered and clapped their hands.