Deacon Dahlia Novels & Stories

He took her elbow and headed into the elevator tugging her with him chatting enthusiastically about Mr Deacon, the Psychiatrist who had agreed to see her. Trina said nothing, just nodded her head in the right places she was too afraid of what was to come for inane speech. Samuel Deacon was a handsome, older man in his forties who knew his worth, he was the Psychiatrist all of Hollywood turned to, as well as many top Politicians. His work had made him a millionaire several times over and he had the lascivious lifestyle it afforded, a large Hollywood mansion, servants to do the menial work, several sports cars and a trophy wife. He also had four mistresses and a private life that involved memb

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.

"I've been looking for you everywhere." "It's—" Finn starts to say. "Dahlia," we say at the same time. "I know." Dahlia's arms wrap around me, her sweet, candy-like fragrance hitting me strongly. "God, I've missed you so much." I hug her back. "I missed you too. What are you doing here? Did Hunter finally give you a day off?" Dahlia works as one of Hunter's assistants. She manages his travel details. "I wish," she says, sounding like she's pouting. "That bastard doesn't know how to be human at work, I swear."

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.

“Happy New Year, Dahlia.” Happy New year Bram”

Dahlia was already prepared, and waiting in her room for the time when she would be called out. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself. She wore a rich green gown, that served to showcase her slim waist and wide hips. Her upper arms and her wrists were adorned with golden golden bracelets, and her hair held up with golden pins. She had on golden earrings with emerald green crystals. She had always been a beauty, but she was purposefully dressed to enhance everything. The only thing missing was a smile. She then walked to the window, her long dress flowing behind her. She looked out and saw people down below, doing different things. There were children playing, some women and gi

Dahlia was hosting her regular afternoon tea with the socialites at her home. As a tradition, she hosted these gatherings every week with the elite class women so that she could increase her network and influence. Despite the setback with the wedding, she was now more determined to match Cain up with someone even more influential than Jenna. “Mrs. Wang, I hear that your daughter Catherine is coming back to town!” Dahlia was saying. They were sitting in the living room, sipping tea and having cakes. Butler Austin put the trays of food in front of them and stood aside.