Deacon Dahlia 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.”

He held my hands as he slowly led me to the altar, and everyone made way for us as we passed. Arriving at the altar, I could see how happy Dean was, even happier than I was, and all I did was laugh. "Today we have brought a great blessing into the Ghost Pack. Our Alpha, our ruler, we are glad to announce that he has found the one his heart has been searching for. Today, we are happy to tell you all that Alpha Dean now has a Luna." I could hear everyone becoming happy just hearing the priest say that, and I felt like crying for joy.

Witches can’t be trusted. “Its about time you all got here,” a voice called out. We all looked up to see Dahlia descending from the sky. “I was starting to think you all chickened out.” Her boot clad feet hit the snow and she gave us a smile. She was clad in a knee-length, light brown fur coat with fishnet stockings. Her long hair was neatly bundled at the back of her head and her makeup was perfect, as always. “Dante,” she acknowledged. “Dahlia.” I responded.

Dahlia took the 2x4 from my hands and walked over to the saw. Dahlia is my niece. She is 18 years old, and beautiful as can be. She stands right at 5'2" inches tall. She has long blonde hair, green eyes, full pouty lips and just a few freckles splashed across her pert little nose. Her body is lean from all the running she does, and she has very shapely, muscular legs with the most incredible backside that I have ever laid eyes on.

Zelle shows the red dahlia she drew, "Sophia likes dahlia, and she likes the color red... I don't know what to do for her except draw what she likes... I don’t know what I can do… for her…” Cohen hold onto the sketchpad, “Miss Sophia would like you to eat three times a day,” Cohen remarked as he stood up and covered her with his hands. “...and not dehydrate yourself beneath the sun,” he added. “Miss Sophia would be delighted if you were well and happy." “T-thank you...” Zelle bit her lower lip. “The red dahlia is a symbol of strength and power. You need it, Miss Zelle,” Cohen encouraged her, “some people give it to others as a get well soon present. I'm sure Miss Sophia wished for you to be

These guys had walked away from millions, from a name that opened doors, from a life most people would kill for. And he was fine. He’d made a decision and lived with it, consequences and all. When was the last time I could say that? *** The changing room door opened. Dahlia stepped out in her jeans and a flannel that she was wearing earlier, hair pulled into a messy ponytail. The dress was gone, draped over assistant’s arm as she disappeared toward the back.

"May her skills bring health and wellness to our pack. May she be a willing instrument in the hands of the goddess, and may the pack never know evil under her care." Dahlia stepped forward, and I presented her with a silver acorn pendant, adorned with a small, glowing moonstone. The pendant signified her position on the council. Ria and Elena's pendants had been taken from them and were going to be burned in the fire tonight. Dahlia accepted the pendant from me and the pack erupted into applause. My eyes locked with Keera's. She was watching the ritual with an unreadable expression. I drew my attention from her and focused on Willa.

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.

At the rate she was going, she would be lucky to make 4 months. Dalya was still sleeping, and Katalea didn’t want to wake her. Using a trick she had learned from Dakari she conjured a cattleya flower. This beautiful orchid is where her mother had picked her name. It looked so pretty lying by her new sister, Katalea conjured a dozen more and put them in a vase next to the bed. She made a mental note to call her mother and catch up, and left the room. She didn’t notice the tear slide down Dalya’s face.

Daisy said. Dahlia smiled after listening to what Daisy said. She may not be an influencer like her father, Mr Diego, but she was great with laptops and computers. She even owns a company that manufactures computers and laptops. "That's right, I'm wondering if I heard right, but I think I heard you say you'd be busy going to your company?". Dahlia asked Daisy. "I forgot, you don't know about this but, I'm the chairman of D's Company and industry". Daisy revealed to Dahlia who ended up staring at her in total disbelief.