Double Jill Dahlia Mga Nobela at Kwento

She stroked her chest, wishing it could relief the pain "My company, my daughter, my lifestyle, my family, everything ripped apart from me in less than two weeks. Elsie is truly a revenge genius." A strong scent wafted into Dahlia's nose, coming from the toilet pot. It had been clogged and no longer flushed. The plumber could only be available during the day. Still, these officers did not change her cell. She raised her clothes to cover her nose, trying to get lost in the perfume from the detergent she was given. Thinking of her nails, Dahlia lowered her gaze to them. She used to have gel nails on before, but they had been cut off to aid her in washing her dresses.

Jax POV Dhalia walks over and sits at the table. Her eyes are fixed on her phone, and she looks like she is considering something. She’s stunning, so I’m confused over Carl not wanting her. Her dark hazel hair is now flowing down her back, but it clearly shows she hasn’t brushed it. Something about her eyes is captivating; they match her hair perfectly. She has a few freckles across her face, which I’m hoping become more prominent when exposed to the sun.

"He'll find out the truth. You'll regret ever messing with his head---I hate you Nathan....." "Burn in hell bitch" he spat and in that moment, Mrs Selena Dane took her last breath. Grinning maniacally, Skull took out his knife and chopped off the dead woman's fingers. **** DAHLIA Arch stared at me, emotionless. He looked really hot today. He still looked like a wreck, considering the nasty eyebags and the unshaved stubble covering his jaw. His shiny black hair was pulled back in four bold braids that made the color of his eyes stand out even more.

"You must be Andrea's wife?" I nodded before looking over to Andrea. He was dancing salsa on the table with a few of the other important men in his cartel. They were all so drunk and it was sort of funny but it was still Andrea. "I'm Julia," she said. "I only know him through my mate." "I'm Ella," I said shaking her outstretched hand. She had a warm tone and just radiated friendliness as she smiled. "Who is your mate?" I asked. "You probably know him," she began. "Chico. One of Andrea's guards."

Daisy looked down. Then smiled. A little nervously. "I got offered a placement." For a moment Jessica simply stared. Then: "What?" The younger woman laughed. Apparently enjoying this. The placement was competitive. Very competitive. The sort people dreamed about. The sort people worked years to achieve. The sort opportunity that could change everything. Jessica hugged her so quickly that Daisy nearly dropped her coffee. Neither cared. Not even slightly. That evening Daisy visited the gallery. For the first time. Really visited it. Not as a patient.

Nothing out of the ordinary except for the new colour. Jeff was still on the ground, the exact spot he had been sitting all along. Unlike Luna he had watched the whole scene play. Replaying it over and over in his head. It was only when he saw a bloody finger drifting on the surface of the water that it hit him. Dahlia was dead. The nice asian girl who had helped him out with unloading his stuff the first day he came. She was dead. He is never going to see her again. They won't even get a body to bury.

I don’t want anymore surprise visits. Dahlia cleared her throat loudly, not looking pleased at the little exchange that went on between my pet and I. That’s another reason why Dahlia and I can never work out. She was a very possessive witch. Back then I thought it was hot, but I know better now. She had murdered many human females who dared to look my way back when we were a “couple” and didn’t bat an eyelash. In fact, it gave her pleasure to know that there was one less female on the earth who had an interest in me.

I never find any occasion to wear it. I got down from my bed and took the gown from her hand and went to washroom for changing. I changed my dress and wore the gown. It has a small V cut neckline with half sleeves. The gown is really beautiful. I came out from washroom and seeing me Ruhi's mouth is now wide opened. She clapped her hands a few times and said," oh my God di!! You are looking like a Barbie Doll! I just rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, " stop pampering me. Just tell me I am looking ok or not"

She huffed and I laughed. I made my way down to the 1st floor to meet dahlia, she stood tapping her foot at the front door as I descended the staircase. Dahlia was a cute girl. Emerald green eyes, her thick black locks were cut into a short wavy bob and her frame was petite yet powerful. Her olive skin matched my own. At first glance she could be mistaken for a child but her aura quickly told of her powerful (and hot headed) nature. She was 1 year my senior and wouldn’t let me forget it for a minute.

She was petrified as if a cold bucket was dumped onto her. “Find two other subordinates of yours to fuck with her—and if you don't want to taste fresh meat, then you can add another subordinate to make it three.” “Sure, I will find another two subordinates so that we can play off the woman you wanted us to rape. So, what's the name of this woman?” “Dahlia. Dahlia Hail.” Her eyes widened in horror. She tried to press the stop button but it couldn't stop and it kept on repeating those words like a broken machine. Out of nervousness, she immediately threw her phone on the ground, leading her phone to turn off and the recording was stopped.