Iis Dahlia Bagai Ranting Yang Kering の小説・ストーリー

My heart pounded as confusion washed over me. “Dahlia,” I whispered urgently, my eyes never leaving the scene before me. “Why are they holding those gold jugs? What’s in them?” Dahlia’s gaze flickered toward the ring, and I saw the hesitation in her eyes. She opened her mouth to respond but seemed to be searching for the right words. “It’s… a ritual,” she began slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. “The jugs contain a special liquid, a mix of herbs and other things. It’s part of the fight, a test of strength and resilience.”

Isabella was still working on some papers when a huge pile of documents were placed on top of the table in front of her. Isabella jerked to the sound of it. She looked and saw Dahlia who stared at her coldly. "These papers need to be sorted out. I'll send the information to your mail" she explained. Isabella looked at the documents and she frowned. It has been endless work since she resumed work that day. Angrily, Isabella spoke. "Are these works for me or you're doing this on purpose, Dahlia?" Isabella asked her. Dahlia hated her guts, she scoffed incredulously at her. "How dare you disrespect me, Bella? Is it because of the rumors about your relationship with Mr Hunt? You should watch it l

Dahlia wipes the blood from her mouth slowly. “That is what you were told.” I shake my head again.“No.” My chest rises and falls faster.“I won’t accept this.” Dahlia slowly stands up. Her movements are slower now but she manages to steady herself. “You cannot run away from it,” she says quietly. “Yes I can!” I reply immediately. “I’m doing it right now!” I take another step backward. “This whole thing is insane.” Dahlia watches me carefully. “There is a reason your power waited all these years,” she says.

"I need you Dahlia, you have no idea, just say yes already" "Yes"

I felt so small and tired. After a while, the door opened again. There were heavier footsteps this time. Dahlia came down, her grey eyes were sharp. She had a small bag in one hand. Two of her guys followed but stayed by the stairs. "Still awake. Good," she said, setting the bag on the table. She pulled out some herbs that smelled bitter and started laying them around the edge of the symbols. I watched her, my heart beating faster. "Dahlia, you don't have to do this. I'm not your enemy. I don't even know your pack."

You hear me? Dahlia had grown up in an environment where schemers and opportunists surrounded her. All of them had ulterior motives in getting close to her, so she had to stay sharp to avoid being taken advantage of. Connor sent her an ellipsis to show that he was at a loss for words. "…" "What, you think you're the only one who's speechless? I am, too! Your arguments are full of holes. You're spouting nonsense! I can't even be bothered to call you out!"

She grinned, “She grew some muscles.” “What do you think about this flower?” Isabelle asked, pointing to the flower on display. This was the third time she was asking for my opinion on things, and the crazy thing, everything I pointed out, she marked. Her words? “You have better taste in things than me.” I shrugged, “That looks a little busy, I mean, it could work, but we already have dandelions and lilies they will fight for attention.” She nodded, “You are right.” Dropping the flower.

I've never had a problem with spending money on a woman but Juni has a money spending addiction. I think that's why she always mingles with the rich. I'm currently staring at my phone's screen when I hear someone beside mention Dahlia's name. I immediately lift my head towards the garden's entrance and I can't seem to breathe properly. There she is standing tall on some shimmering heels, holder a little bag to match the shoes and not forgetting the red fitting gown with a shirt like bodice, fitting all her curves in all the right places. The red seems to shine under the lights here.

- "The day is going to be different, I can feel it" Blair set her bag on the table next to Daliah. She thought about how wrong her friend was. The day would be spent waiting for a text from Ethan, maybe just a polite greeting, or reminiscing about moments that might never happen again. As depressing as it sounded, that was what would happen. - "Why would it be any different?" the redhead questioned. - "Well..." Daliah stepped down from the wooden table. She was radiant, with her hair tied in an elegant bun and the typical violet sheath dress.