Double Jill Dahlia Novels & Stories

She was the model for Delilah’s remodelling, a few basic memories of hers were passed down to Delilah; including her name, age, family and love life. “She’s ready.” The tube began to open and the smoky air began to evaporate from the tube while the model's tube was still sealed shut. Delilah struggled while trying to stand up, her eyes were blurry and her limbs weak “How do you feel Alora?.” The scientist asked while studying her body movements and mood. Delilah, who is now Lena, turned slightly with her squinting eyes. “I feel dizzy, Mason?.” She murmured. The scientist turned to his co-scientist and nodded approvingly at him.

Dahlia's POV “Dahlia,” “That is your name, right?” The kid didn't talk. She was only staring at the nuns who were smiling at her beautifully. The young girl has been in the orphanage for three years. She already grew up with them but she grew up as a lonely girl who didn't have any friends. “You should make friends, Dahlia. Look at them,” the nun said and watched the other kids who were having fun. “You're a very beautiful girl, Dahlia. You almost looked like your mother, except for your eyes— you get that from your father,” she uttered softly while scanning her entire face.

She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal. 3 months later Chantelle had moved in withDelcan for some months now, and she was finally starting to feel like herself again. Delcan had been so understanding and patient with her, and she felt a sense of peace and safety that she hadn't felt in a long time. She knew she was still on the road to healing, but she was starting to feel like she was getting there. The only thing that was missing was Delcan's presence. He had been so busy with work lately that she barely saw him. But at least the maids were there to keep her company. One day, while Chantelle was eating breakfast in the kitchen, she noticed a bouquet o

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Damian might not be with someone now, but he's better. The day I decided to die was Caden and Lia's birthday, I wore a purple gown and I felt pretty, Danielle was so happy, I should have known it won't last. Nina's word are forever stuck in my head -- you want too much, you want to have it all, you are not flexible. you want the fairytale love, you want to have it all, you might have none -- She told me she was freing herselffrom al the bullshit I embody, She told me everyone was going to leave me eventually. I rememeber that day vividly, my eyes cloud from the memory, that was the beginning of the end, the day I broke.

Some strange man and his open, giving hands. I remember running down a hill in my Hello Kitty boots—the pink ones with those daisies drawn with black-rim lines. No, the boots were lilac. Or maybe that was the daisies. Kicking the dew off long blades of wild grass, my feet flying out in front of me in a thin spray of tiny water drops. Diamanté scatter. Hello Kitty flashing her mouthless, feline face at me from the top slopes of my encased feet, her expression benevolent under her slanted bow. My head throbbing as I slowed, so I pressed my hands to my scalp, feeling heat and grease and tight, tugging pain.

Lucian reminded him. "Who? Ophelia?" he inquired with surprise. He didn't know that well about Ophelia. From the she reacted towards Jonathan's adopted daughter, whose name I don't want to take, she is the type to hold a grudge if they hurt someone she likes. She is the loyal kind. That's why she volunteered to pour that chemical on her head, Darius thought "Yes, that girl" Lucian confirmed his suspension. Darius hid his amused smile behind his palm.

Not when she hasn't gotten her act together. The ringing of the bell signifying first period snapped her out of her thoughts and she hurriedly made it to the class. It was mathematics, her favourite subject and of course, she was the first to get to class. She sat at the back and watched as other students trooped in. The last to come in were the jocks. Makaila rolled her eyes as the cliché. Typical. Christian Hales was the last to come in, along with two other jocks that Makaila recognized as her number one bullies, Tyler Diaz and James Maloney. She quickly looked down before they could spot her. Thankfully, they didn't.

"Face it Jill. We have no clothing. No bathing suits. And I bet the road will be in no shape to go out shopping tomorrow. We have no privacy in this one room cabin. And everyone here has seen your lower half already. Shit, Alex is getting a helluva show right now. Just show us your tits already. It's just tits." "I'll be damned if the only ones to show skin are going to be the women." Jill said. "Oh, fuck it." She stood and pulled off her towel, turned, folded it and bent over to place it on the couch where she'd been sitting. "I'm glad I lost 14 lbs since February." Seeing her ass and most of her moist pussy as she bent over, I was glad she'd decided to play the game.

"Cassia, I can explain—" Just then, hurried footsteps echoed from the doorway. Dahlia burst in. Her body was covered in red marks, her hair a mess, her eyes filled with desperation. She threw herself into Zane’s arms, sobbing hysterically. "Zane! Save me! She's a monster!" Zane’s pupils dilated as he saw the state she was in. His gaze swept over the "Blackmoon Pack's Slut" brands covering her skin, and his face turned to stone.