Holly Hill Black Widow Dahlia Novels & Stories

| Hollis | As the two friends (who were quickly becoming lovers) continued to stare into one another’s soul, Hollis bit her lip with a barely audible sigh. She could easily count almost every gold speck glimmering in Whitney’s cinnamon colored eyes. She would’ve mistaken them for hazel, if it weren’t for their usual pure honey shade. Hollis threaded her finger’s through the brunette’s silky curly black hair, feeling a mixture of euphoria and terror surge through her veins. She’d just admitted everything aloud, and had no idea how the other girl felt about it. The suspense was maddening.

to bring Dahlia's name to her ears, a message from a realm beyond our understanding. I took a moment to absorb her words, the implications unfolding like the petals of a hidden flower. Dahlia, it seemed, was a presence that refused to remain shrouded in obscurity. She was a name that sought to be heard, a truth that longed to be unveiled. The scent of jasmine, now more pronounced in the stillness, mingled with the memory of our meal, creating an olfactory tapestry that seemed to encapsulate the gravity of the moment. The villa, with its centuries-old stones and the secrets they held, bore witness to the revelation with a quiet reverence. In this cocoon of shared revelation, I realized that

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

The one person that caught Rain’s attention in the crowd was a woman that stood closer to the casket and held a white flower in her hand. Tears were flowing freely down her face but not one single sob left her lips, her shoulders were squared and she looked as elegant as she looked heartbroken but that wasn’t what got her attention…it was her resemblance to Alexander. She seemed to be in her mid-twenties, light brown hair pulled up into a tight bun and she wore a black dress that reached her ankles. She didn’t notice it at first until she stared longer, their lips, their noses…even their eyes only that her eyes were blue instead of brown and her skin was lighter and so was her hair color.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

"Dahlia wanted your blood for her ritual. She wanted the power of the Zeen wolf to tear down the Council. I couldn't let her have that. But I couldn't let the brothers keep playing with you, either." Dahlia snarled, her eyes flashing purple. "Enough talk. The Blood Moon is rising. The stars are aligned. Let the harvest begin." Dahlia lunged, her movements a blur of shadow. I braced for the impact, for the knife or the claws, but Whyte moved faster. She threw a handful of shimmering powder into the air, shouting a command in a tongue that made my ears bleed. A barrier of white light slammed down between me and the witch.

Unlike the last time she had on a blonde wig, an all black dress and a pair of sandals. She tossed her hair in the hair and laughed at herself. Delilah got on a motorcycle. “To the headquarters!.” Nick instructed. Delilah (Aviva) nodded and rode along. Delilah (Aviva) stopped her motorcycle when the red light came on. “You finally got the book!.” Delilah turned around to see Lucifer. “Remember the plan ?!.” Lucifer asked.

" She raised her eye brows and stretched her neck. She wasn't in the mood to know about any flowers at all, not when they are more important things to face right now. "I guess you are dumb in some aspects hun." Mama Liya mocked. Jane just rolled her eyes. "Who in the world spend alot of times learning about flowers?" "People who are dumb like you." Her grandmother said sarcastically and laughed lightly. Mama Liya wanted to motivate Jane again, cause she thought her granddaughter's hope was fading due to the things happening. "Black Eyed Susan is a flower, a special strong flower to be precise. Am telling you this because, I want you to have the spirit of a Black Eyed Susan. It a flower that

Dahlia giggles and squirms as his huge snout breathes in her scent from her neck. Selene moves closer to Dahlia and touches her forehead with her index finger, closing her eyes as the light comes from Dahlia. Selene takes her from Lycaon, cooing as she does. She sniffs Dahlia’s scent and kisses her forehead. Turning her attention to those who came to witness tonight, she speaks with authority. “She is destined for great things. Her wolf will bring peace to you all. The future Alpha of your kind. All bear witness today, for the acknowledgment of the Alpha of Alpha’s the future Alpha Dahlia Blackwood.” Her voice rings out loud and clear and I gasp. What?

Chapter 19: What about you, Auntie Dahlia? As soon as Dahlia Dale left the garden, she hurried into the kitchen and began searching for the ingredients she needed. They were safely hidden in a secret compartment underneath the large ceiling-to-floor cupboards. Before retrieving them, she glanced around cautiously, making sure she wasn't being watched. These herbs were powerful and slightly frowned upon by the herbal community due to their adverse effects and high efficacy.