Double Jill Dahlia Novels & Stories

Three women descended after her, all worthy of admiration for their beauty. Blair recognized the effects her appearance had on people. She was used to indignant looks, always wondering if a woman could be that beautiful. "Let's go in" Daliah called. She was a symbol of black beauty, curvaceous and tall, with curls curling down to her shoulders. She looked tempting in a sparkly dress and heels braided across her calves.

"My darling, all I want is to be your moon and show you all the little stars of my heart" ~ Alexandra Vasiliu (Author of BLOOMING) "Daisy" I turn around hearing Salvatore's familiar voice, he makes his way to the balcony, my back is leaning against the railing as I patiently wait for him to come. He parts away the sheer curtains, the crease on his forehead instantly relaxes after seeing me.

It must be nice to have a sister maybe. After Dahlia finished breakfast, she washed the dishes. Rolette caught her doing the chores, Rolette was about to snatch her chore but she insisted and said no. After that, she went into the room where she was staying, which was her husband's room, she open her laptop, to see if her husband was online. Seeing her husband online made her smile. Dahlia quickly called her and after three rings he answered. DShe smiled because his handsome face appeared on her screen. Her cheeks warmed up when she saw he's top less. God! She miss those abs. Shit.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Elijah's P.O.V "Your coffee" I turn in my chair to look at Camila. Her low voice gets me every time, I don't know he her voice is so calm all the time and barely audible. She stood by my desk, dressed in an oversized grey dress shirt, with only a few buttons open, revealing her cresent moon necklace, a pair of black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and by the height she's standing, I'm guessing ankle boots. Her hair was cascading down her shoulders in amazing curls as she displayed her beautiful taunting smile.

responded Wallace in anger, conveying his frustration at the elusive target. "What happened?" inquired Thalia, displaying a genuine interest in the details. "We can't look for a face we don't know. Maybe she passed by me, and I smiled at her," Wallace insinuated, unraveling the complexity of their pursuit. "We need a face, Thalia. A face." "Listen, Detective," Thalia stood up, her posture exuding a sense of command. "I have never met Gabriella before. I told you everything I know about that woman. Because of me, you managed to capture tons of her cocaine."

Lilith POV “Finally, we meet face to face... Lilith,” she whispered, her fake British accent roared realm, disturbing the quietness, The dim light from the gate's lamps shined on her, revealing nothing but true beauty, she was gorgeous. It's her, I thought, the same woman I've seen in my nightmares. Wearing a white dress that clung to her body, perking her breasts closer to her collar bone, the long slit on both sides running up thin thighs, exposing her bikini area, easily, I recognized her bright purple eyes anywhere, they were an exact match to mine, dyed in artificial ginger her hair was cut short, the ends were bluntly chopped, resting stiffly on her shoulders, and though the natural da

I baked you some cookies to show that I am really sorry and also Merry Christmas! I made you a cheap present. I made it so it's priceless. Hope you like it. Remember my name is Dahlia, the beautiful flower that means Dignity and Elegance. I saw Lucas staring at me, awed as for the first time, I smiled, a genuine smile after reading the note with a flower scribbled at the end of the note that maybe was a dahlia by the shape of it. That girl was definitely not elegant but her name was as beautiful as her.

"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."

By the time I reached Dahlia's office, a heavy exhale left me, I froze at the sight in front of me, the room was tidied up almost too perfectly. The desk was clear, and papers were stacked with precise care. Dahlia's plants were lined up by the window. But what really hit me was the box sitting on the hair, filled to the brim with Dahlia's personal items, and I stepped closer. I couldn't help but smile as I rifled through her items, There was Dahlia's favorite lip gloss, a framed photo of our family, a coffee mug that read 'world's best twin', and another photo of her and her co-workers on their trip to Bali last year.