Deacon Dahlia Novels & Stories

sit down and grab a beer so we can get to know one another.” Dalton and I walked over to the other chairs that sat across from my dad and Emery. He handed us some beers and we popped them open. The screen door on the front door slammed open and my momma came out with a furious look on her face, “Jesse, you forgot to get me-“ My mom stopped and stared at all of us sitting on the porch and her eyes fell on Dalton. She brushed her fingers through her hair and smiled flirtatiously, “Mija, who is this fine young man?” I looked up at her and rolled my eyes. My mom was a 5’3” fiery Latina with looks that could kill. She had long, curly blonde hair and beautiful hazel eyes. My friends used to tell

DAHLIA : The High Priestess; a person believed who had lived thousands of years ago. She participated in the war and used the power of the wish granter to have a land for humans. Dotoria worshipped her like a deity despite her humanity. For them, she was an angel sent by heaven. For other races, she was a cheater who stole the wish granter from the competition and made her own rules. She was a brave human for ones, a villain for others. Personally, I wasn’t attracted that much to her story. However, I was interested in her ability to see the shadows.

Dahlia said. There was no doubt that Dahlia was very beautiful, her long black, loose curl hair fell to her back, almost reaching her waist. Her shiny olive skin and her hazel eyes were her most admirable features. Although she’s just fifteen, she acts and looks way above her age and was already used to getting advances from men, even in the coven.

The scent of thousands of white daisies blooms rushed toward me. I took a deep breath, hooked my arm through Rafael’s, and stepped into the light. The walk down the aisle felt like walking through a dream. I saw faces I recognized—pack leaders, foreign dignitaries, old friends, and of course, the king and the rest of the Royal Family. But they were all a blur. My world narrowed down to the man standing at the altar. Deacon. He stood with the posture of a warrior and the grace of a prince. He was wearing his formal dress uniform, the medals gleaming on his chest, a black velvet cape draped over one shoulder. But it was his face that undid me.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to officially seal this union with the exchange of rings.” Seal this union. God. Could they make it sound any more like a hostage negotiation? Dahlia turned to me with this soft, glowing smile like she’d been rehearsing it since birth. Her hand was delicate, nails perfectly painted, a princess straight out of a lifestyle magazine. And then… The perfume hit me. It wasn’t a bad scent expensive, floral, a little powdery. But it slammed into me like a brick wall. Sweet, suffocating, heady.

It did not take long before she returned. “I found something, James!” James looked at her and urged her to speak, “Good. Go on.” Dahlia said, “Waspen is a powerful Official in Mount Carslegh and has many disciples. His most trusted disciple is Balchae Kairis.” Dahlia shared her findings.

(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.

“Hair up or down? Want my genius opinion?” “Sure.” “Up, with some loose strands, baby’s breath, veil trailing behind… Snap out of it, sad bride. Come on, you’re killing the vibe.” “Look, I’m smiling,” she said, forcing a grin. Dahlia took Todd’s arm as they walked downstairs. “I’m going to cry, Dahlia. I can’t give you away.” “Todd, I’m barely holding it together,” she whispered. “Don’t push me, or do push me down the stairs and then…

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

Dahlia's POV Kendall smirked at me and my eyes widened. How could I completely miss that information? Everybody in the school knew that Kendall is the head of the school choir. And of course she was one of the judges. "Hello Dahlia Grande. Are you here for the school choir audition? " Kendall asked , her voice was overly sweet and I could see behind her smile. Her sinister smile. "Y-Yes. I am ." I stuttered. "Go ahead then. " Then she muttered under her breath, "Let's see if you have other talents asides seducing people's boyfriends. "