Deacon Dahlia Novels & Stories

Dahlia nodded again and moved to Xavier. “Root stimulant solution, and a bag of compost.” She pointed to Denzel next. “Lime, and a middlemist red flower.” I gasped. This is the flower I’ve been looking for! “And you, Lancel.” Dahlia queried, but I could only stammer. My eyes were solely fixed on Denzel. The fact that he has it means that my rose is not the correct material! I have to get that flower! It’s the key to winning.

Did I care for Dahlia? I moved Kendra back, taking in her orangey tan and her heavy clumpy fake lashes. Fuck, I did want Dahlia. It wasn’t just her wealth… With this news, I dropped onto my sofa. Not even noticing when Kendra sat in my lap kissing me as she cried that she missed me.

"That's because I was doing it to help you, you big dummy!" "Really, Ava? ..Is that my perfume your wearing?" " I've worn the same one for years. So what has that to do with anything?" Declan walked up to me, so I had to lean my head back to see his face. His jaw was doing that thing it does when he's pissed the fuck off. "So you wear that for Sabin?" "No," I whispered and turned away from him. Declan grabbed my hand and turned me back around." and you're wearing my dress. Do you remember what happened the last time I saw you in that dress? Do you wear it for Sabin too?"

Damien "Only dahlias," I said into the phone, balancing it between my shoulder and cheek while flipping through a file. “Dark red. The kind that looks almost black in certain light. No fillers, no roses, no distractions. Just them.” The florist on the other end hesitated. “Would you like to include a card, Mr. von Adler?” I stared out the floor-to-ceiling window of my office. The skyline was pale today, dipped in soft grey, like the city itself was holding its breath.

she batted her eyelashes at me and I turned to her in surprise. “Dahlia?” I called, as she pulled me in a for a hug, her hand cradling the back of my neck so I could feel the pinch of her acrylic nails. I knew Dahlia, she was the princess of corporate America being the heir to one of the largest finance companies in the US. We had a run-in some years after things had ended with Jessica. We met in a convention and she had hated my guts at first because of my non chalance and my natural disinterest in whatever was going on, but the retreat had stretched out into a drunken party that night and somehow she had ended up in my bed and I never saw her again – except right now and she was sparkling

At the rate she was going, she would be lucky to make four 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.

Deacon says. “Do you want to question her? My guy can be a little intimidating, and I’m not sure if that’s the best approach with this one,” Raff asks D. “Sure, I can remain impartial with her,” Deacon nods, and I admire his self-control. Deacon and Raff leave the room, and moments later we see them step into the room next door. The girl doesn’t react to them, just continues rocking and talking silently. “Hello, my name is Deacon Collins. I run an academy within the Grey realm for students aged 18 to 24. We provide accommodation, food, clothing and security. I’d love to offer you a place if you think it might be something that interests you,” D says softly.

(Venal POV) I went back to the shop for the real purpose of our visit. To talk to the woman. I found the two women serving our men with milk tea. I just nodded when they stared at me. “Where did you go?” The woman greeted me vigorously. She has had this lively aura around her ever since we first met. Her name is Dahlia Amelia. Like the flower, she makes a place more beautiful. I smiled at her. Generally, the significance of Dahlia flowers is positive. Perhaps the most common of all is finding inner strength, which roots back to the plant’s ability to withstand harsh conditions.

"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.

and Dahlia. Maybe it was a good thing that Jeremy Monroe was unable to pay his debt.