Double Jill Dahlia Novels & Stories

Roger had made them run again, then spar until the end of the session. When they are all dismissed, Dahlia and Jael head towards Dahlia's house. They are stopped before they can go very far. "So, you're fast huh?" Tyler says to Dahlia as he catches up to them. Dahlia nods. Jael snorts a laugh. "Oh she's the fastest in the North Western territories Junior trials," Jael brags about her friend. "In both forms." Earning a raised brow from the alpha. "She was fast, even before her wolf."

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

When it comes down to thinking about Love, people get confused. I am taking the dance shoes you bought once from me. I am taking a few more things with me which will remain with me forever. In return I have nothing to give you except some painful memories from my end. But I grew a small bunch of Daffodils down there at the side of the lawn these days. Take care of them as they were my favourite. You know Daffodil means rebirth or hope. They struggle through the winter to come in Spring in order to decorate our nature with its colour of happiness.

Said the son of a bitch, separating her from me to hug her. And well he was right, the damned woman had worn a white button-down sleeveless blouse, a turquoise skirt, and not too high black heels, her brown hair falling in waves down her back. Beautiful was too short for her. “Thanks Daniel.” She replied somewhat uncomfortable because of the hug, but still answering it “But if you’re here, who is watching the party?” He laughed as if he had heard the best joke ever.

I watch the woman my brothers tell me I loved. The One. That’s what my journal tells me. Lillian Blackwood is my one. The problem is I can’t remember her. Not a single thing. All the descriptions I wrote about her don’t do her justice. Even while I watch her breakdown. While I watch my brother comforts her, over a dog named Benny. She’s still incredibly beautiful. “Are you willing to let that go?” Dylan asks as he watches the commotion in front of us.

Amelia commented as she got out of the car while holding her husband’s hand. “Too energetic” Damian retorted with a worried smile. “He’ll be fine,” Amelia said while walking to where Arthur and Zelena were. Meanwhile, Jin with a smile on his face as he walks towards the field of flowers not too far from where his parents are to search for a ladybug like what he had planned the night before. However, he stopped walking when he noticed a pink cloth a few feet away from him. His curiosity got the better of him so he decided to walk towards it. He immediately panicked when he saw that it was a child wearing a dress. “Are you okay?” he asked while lightly tapping the little girl’s face.

Derrick “Be honest with me, Laila.” My palms latched to my office desk as I leaned close to Laila’s face, seated across me, with Lucas standing by her side. “Who exactly is Dahlia?” “For goodness sake, Derrick! I’ve told you countless times…I don’t know!” she desperately gestured her hands midair. “I already told you what I know. She hails from the North and a small Pack I can’t recall its name.”

I was still feeling dizzy and nauseous by the revelation she just gave. "For now, Mrs. Lyla... I want to see how far you have gone in manipulating Sage. I want to see if he cares about you a little." Her voice was as sharp as a thousand knives. "And if you think of reporting me to him, I promise you that would be your worst mistake." From my peripheral vision, I saw her lips curling into a smirk like she had just thought of something evil. It made me wonder how sweet she looked on the outside, and how horrible she actually was.

Batt I sit at the bar in The Gentlemen’s Club, glass of Jameson Whiskey in my hand as I watch her dance. Amora, she’s beyond beautiful, but in an old Hollywood glamour kind of way, not this baby doll, little girl looks from today. She has strong features, beautiful almond shaped green eyes, high pronounced cheek bones. Her skin was the most beautiful caramel color I had ever seen. I have imagined many times how soft she must feel. She must taste like vanilla, or strawberries. I close my eyes as my mouth waters at the thought. I open my eyes as I hear the music change, and she starts to sway a bit more as her hands roam her body like a lovers would. She was slowly making her way to her breast