Iis Dahlia Bagai Ranting Yang Kering Novels & Stories

Beside me, Dahlia was vibrating with enough energy to power a small city, her Ventus Yellow cape fluttering like a canary's wings. "I'm telling you, Mira, the look on that water mage's face? Priceless," Dahlia giggled, elbowing me in the ribs. "He didn't just faint... he evaporated. You're officially the most dangerous thing in this school, and you haven't even cast a spell in class yet." I laughed, a melodic sound that felt foreign even to my own ears. "He was just overwhelmed by the Ignis aesthetic, Dahlia. Red is a very stimulating color."

Derrick All these while, I’ve been searching for the solution to the gloominess plaguing my Pack. Little did I know that the answer to that is Dahlia. There she was, dancing and all grins with my Pack members as they played indie music on the lawn, decorated with golden bulbs hung around the neighboring trees like Christmas lights.

AZRAELYRS The scent of human grief is an acrid thing. Like bitter, smothering poison coiling between their lowly, degrading flesh and bones. Dahlia carries this bitter poison within her, and I can see the pain contained in her icy ocean blue eyes. But behind the grief, behind the venomous hatred in her eyes, there is something else that traps my attention. Something else far more valuable. Potential. Despite the dirt on her skin and face, my new queen-to-be meets my cold eyes without fear. I take in the way her chin is lifted. Bold and stubborn.

DAHLIA : “I know how people like you function; I met numerous like you. Let me tell you a tale: one of my experiences around the world. Inexperienced, heartless and so beautiful like a rose with numerous thorns. You escape your parents to experience life, dreaming about glory and proving to people you are someone they can’t reach. Living in your own world, a separate dimension made from fantasies. But you’re wrong, life is always about reality not dreams. Money, wealth, love, sex, you put yourself out there. You become greedy and you grow with your greed eating your life because you never experienced wealth. You are ready to sacrifice anything for your goal and become powerful. Unfortunately

Soon enough, Dahlia started to cry. “Wh-what do you think is wrong?” Darius asked, a shadow of panic on his facial features. He had not shaved throughout his business trip and mild stubble was scattered around his lower face. As one would expect, it didn’t make him look rough or unpleasant in any way. He had definitely watched and taken care of the stubble in his own time. “My best bet is hunger. She didn’t have much yesterday. She made a mess with the food yesterday. It was quite tough. Here.” She handed Dahlia back to him, reaching towards the bag of instant food she had packed.

Ililigtas sana ni Dahlia si Dryzen ngunit wala na itong lakas, kaya nahuli siya. Nang ininom ni Kai at ilang natitirang mga lobo ang dugo ni Dryzen, sa inaakala nilang magiging immortal sila, nagkakamali sila… Isang lason ito. Saka nagpakita ang deity na hindi inaasahan ni Dahlia, na ito ang kanyang grandma na bigla na lang nawala ang mga kulubot at parang modelo sa isang magazine. Bago pa matuluyan si Kai, “Ang dragon ang nagwagi. Nalampasan niya ang pagsubok ko. Kayong mga lobo, na matagal nang umaasam ng ka-immortalan ang siyang mawawala sa mundong ito at mapaparusahan sa pamagitan ng sakit, sa mundo ninyo.” Parang abo na naglaho ang mga katawan ng lobo, at lumapit naman ang deity kay Dah

The wind whipped against Dahlia’s face as she walked, her heels clattering unevenly across the wet pavement. Somewhere along the way, she’d lost one earring, her lipstick was smeared, and her usually immaculate hair was tangled by the night air. She didn’t care. The velvet box in her pocket burned a hole in her pocket. Every time it brushed against her leg, she felt the betrayal pulse again like a heartbeat. She couldn’t bring herself to throw it away, though it felt like a cruel joke now.

Zelle shows the red dahlia she drew, "Sophia likes dahlia, and she likes the color red... I don't know what to do for her except draw what she likes... I don’t know what I can do… for her…” Cohen hold onto the sketchpad, “Miss Sophia would like you to eat three times a day,” Cohen remarked as he stood up and covered her with his hands. “...and not dehydrate yourself beneath the sun,” he added. “Miss Sophia would be delighted if you were well and happy." “T-thank you...” Zelle bit her lower lip. “The red dahlia is a symbol of strength and power. You need it, Miss Zelle,” Cohen encouraged her, “some people give it to others as a get well soon present. I'm sure Miss Sophia wished for you to be

Lying through my teeth comes so easy. Dahlia's eyes glow a faint pink and she looks at the men. Knowing that she only sees me, the delighted look on her face amuses me. "My love!" She walks forward and hugs Trent. "Please help me... I feel so itchy..." she bats her eyes making Trent smirk.

"I thought I could slip away unnoticed, gather the herbs I needed without much people knowing." Dahlia's grip on my arm tightened, her frustration palpable. "Do you understand the risks you've taken?" she seethed, her tone filled with a mix of concern and exasperation. "The palace is a labyrinth of whispers and secrets. If news of your departure spreads, it won't be long before it reaches the ears of those who would use it against us."