Novel & Cerita Dalia Hernandez

She must be the one Eros West is protecting. Dalia winced as her bralet was tugged. She too was struggling but she still found a way to glare at the woman. “I am Dalia Thompson. I have always been Dalia Thompson, nothing more and nothing less. You can’t find anything about me because I am nobody...” At the mention of that, they suddenly stopped. Dalia sighed in relief. She felt she was getting to them. “I can’t believe how you all stoop too low to attack a nobody,” A cackle left her mouth. It was a sarcastic one.

Diego: “She is awake, Alpha.” Paola said, and I nodded as I looked up from the paper that I was reading. “Did you give her the dress?” I asked, and she nodded. “Yes,” she said, and I nodded. “She was told that it is of a pack member and she allowed her to borrow it. She is yet to see her closet though, but I figure that it is not going to be long considering that I told her that the room was now hers.”

She is now standing near him with all her prestige, sharing his joy at the marriage of their son and their only child, and the seed of their love, Rayan. Dalia arrived at the altar, unable to take her eyes off it. She misses it so much that she cannot believe that what is happening around her is a reality. Finally, she will become the wife of the only male who has inhabited her imagination, heart and soul since she was a child who knew nothing of life.

Dalia slept with her husband and even had the audacity to treat her like trash in her own house. She thought that she might help her from getting out of here, but she was wrong. Dalia is also sick in the head. They all are! From the maids who turned blinking eyes at everything that is happening inside the house to that monster—!!! Agnes bit her shaking lips and began to overthink again. Since Dalia is sick in the head, what are her plans for her? Will she get rid of her so she can solo Leon? Will she just lock her up and let her starve to death?

I watched her pull up three different screens to run different programs. It only took her three minutes and thirty-two seconds to find some useful information. “Palmer Davidson. Age forty-three. Originated from the Dalestone pack but challenged for the Alpha title of Crimson Park at age thirty-seven.” Dahlia’s face paled when she said the original pack’s name. She immediately dialed a number on her phone, putting it on speaker so that we could also hear. “Dalestone pack. Alpha Denver speaking,” a man said. Dahlia’s fingers drummed on her desk, and I could see how she was trying to control whatever she was feeling. I did the same thing when I was overwhelmed.

Dalia said as she lowered her head greeting the two of us. “High Priestess Dalia.” Alpha Zane said, lowering his own head to her in respect and I followed suit doing the same. “It seems you were correct on this matter and I would like to extend my service to you for further endeavors.” Dalia said as she turned to watch the witches being removed from the circle and then added, “It is a shame how many of my own had been enslaved.” “It is a shame and I promise you that I will not tolerate it under my rule. I hope that the two of us can work as allies to stop it completely.” Alpha Zane tells her and I nod agreeing with him.

It was a dirty move, but every time Daliah sat down, she wore a real smile that made my chest flutter with affection for her. The second the gavel lands, calling everyone back to court the next day, Daliah is out of her seat and running out of the building. I struggle to keep up with her through the crowd of people outside, but as soon as the doors to my car are closed around us, she turns to me with a serious expression creased on her face. "Antonio wasn't the rat." Her voice is still quiet, as though she were worried someone would hear us. "What do you mean? We haven't found any evidence of a rat since-" I stop myself short from finishing the sentence. I didn't need to remind her of the br

It was beautiful. I looked up at the balcony and saw Linda leaning on the Handrails of the balcony, one hand on the rail and the other on the head of someone, she looked like she was kissing someone. She turned her head and noticed Dylan. "What the hell?" I whispered. Dylan having affairs with that bitch?

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.