Holly Hill Black Widow Dahlia Novels & Stories

Brittany was screaming in panic. Holly rushed over and checked. There was a small wound on Waltz’s shoulder. When Waltz was dodging an attack, she had been scraped by the dagger. Her wound had turned black. “She’s been poisoned! And it’s a very strong one too!” Holly immediately poked on a few of Waltz’s pressure points to slow down the spread of the poison. Picking up the dagger, Holly noticed that it was glistening with blue light. There was a very distinct smell on it as well. She was sure that this dagger had been dipped in poison.

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.

The completely white room looks messy and dirty, there's one small window with metal bars on it and under it lies a worn-out small drawer with some scratches on it. "Agatha, dear. These two women are here to talk to you." Doctor Conwell speaks behind me and the woman's face curve into a horrible, petrifying smile. "Come in, come in, come in..." She starts repeating while swinging on the bed. "Veronika, please, don't!" Nancy orders behind me as I warningly step closer to the woman. "Hello, Miss Montgomery, I am--" "You are so beautiful." The woman sighs and reaches with her shaking hand to my face. "So beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful..." She repeats.

I stated firmly “Fine but no sweats! Holly stated back with a determine look on her face. Rolling my eyes I picked out a pair of black holey skinny jeans and a cream sweater. Holly had on a long sleeve dress that had a high neck line and stopped just above her knees. It was white with yellow flowers on it.

That ungrateful child has truly become a disaster for me. I got off the bed and glanced at the multitude of flowers of various kinds that I had to arrange into wedding bouquets for my husband and adopted child. I couldn't hold back my tears; I buried my face in my knees for a moment. After coming to terms with the situation, I cleaned myself up and tried to arrange the flowers according to Cecilia's wishes. I will make the most beautiful flower with the darkest meaning so that Cecilia and Deryl will never forget their marriage. I took a stem of black dahlia, symbolizing the same sorrow and betrayal that I feel. Black flowers are never carried by a bride, but I will still make this for Cecili

Dahlia If there is anything Derrick Wolfsborne of Silverline Pack hates more than rogues, it is me. Dahlia Silverclaw, his wife. His love for me runs so deep that he would never taste any meals cooked by me. Every moment, every second, that he spends with me feels like torture for him. Almost like my presence rids him of the ability to do so much as breathe. Nothing I do ever impresses him. Gifting him feels like chasing a lost cause, as he never accepts them, or at the very least appreciates me. To him, I’m nothing more than a bug in his world. The stubborn kind that even the best insecticide can’t triumph over.

She only bowed and left quietly. Dahlia stood from the bed after a few minutes and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. She pushed the curtains aside, letting the morning light flood the room. Her eyes scanned the surroundings. This wasn't the Voss manor. It was a villa— an enormous one at that. But what caught her attention were the flowers. Dahlias filled every corner of the garden below in a stunning display of color. Deep crimson, almost black, formed neat rectangular beds. Coral pink ones clustered together like gossiping bouquets.

Now, Dahlia was the one having a meltdown. Chloe was still swooning over how handsome Gideon was when she turned to see Dahlia's ashen face. She asked, "What's wrong?" Dahlia grabbed her wrist and gripped it tightly. She was scared. Chloe was worried. "Who spooked you?" "G-Gideon Blackwood." She couldn't even get his name out without stuttering. "You know him?" Chloe was a sucker for good looks and loved gazing at handsome men. She was dying to know more about Gideon.

Alicia looked over to Conan and he tried to free himself from Herold’s grip, but he could not. “Conan and I went hiking years ago, and I found a vine of beautiful flowers. I found out that it is called Wisteria. It is not poisonous to humans, but after mixing it with Deadly Nightshade that I got before going back to Herold’s pack, I could make my poison.” “Why?” Alpha Herold questioned. Alicia looked at him I could see her features darken at this point. “You choose some rogue ragged she-wolf over me and I knew I could not poison her because she never took anything from me. So I started to the poison her brother and his wolf.

Jayden scoffed and let Dawn take Hayley with her, Dawn brought Hayley inside her house and made her sit down in the hall, “as I had promised, I have made the poison for you.” Dawn said and gave two bottles to Hayley, “one has serpent lily in it and the other has another poison which can make the people lose their sense of smell for a while, just as you had wanted.” Hayley smiled as she picked up the two small bottles and looked at them, “Thank you so much Dawn.” Hayley felt absolutely thrilled when she saw those bottles, now she can carry on with her plan. On one side, Elena and the other side will be Beth and Jonathan with them being gone out of Jasmine’s life, her two major supporters will