La Dalia Negra Novels & Stories

She tried to raise her voice but the dead silence engulfed her nerves. However, her calls didn’t go unnoticed. Not far away behind her, she heard a rustling of leaves. She turned, hoping to finally meet a company but instead, an unseen force pulled her. She screamed at the top of her lungs and resisted. She tried to run away, yet her efforts were futile. From the direction of the unseen force, a black hole materialized and the force only strengthened. Ellaine imagined resistance would tear her to pieces as the black hole sucked her completely. Even her head throbbed hard in her battle with nature.

Immediately, Dalia understood that that was the promised room and the final boss of this entire organisation. If she dashed in clumsily, then she would die… “Please…” she began with her hands in the air, approaching the gentlemen as slowly as she could. “Please let me see Rocco. I know that he is cheating.” “Pfffttt…” sly feminine laughter filled the hall, forcing her to turn abruptly, startled by its devious sounding nature. -What the hell…how had I missed her?- A woman with pink hair cut into a short bob and swept to the left, leaving black cropped hair on her exposed scalp, was leaning on the wall next to the stairs that she had arrived through.

I was dressed in a black suit jacket and pants, with a black shirt underneath, a few buttons left open at the top. Dahlia looked breath-taking in a backless nude sequin dress that had sheer panels along her midriff and thighs. Emphasizing her sexy booty and voluptuous breasts that I couldn't get out of my mind. I wanted to see them without a bra or anything in my way. Her hair was twisted up into an elegant updo with a few strands of hair framing her gorgeous face. Her make up was smoky with a red matte lip. A pair of large glittery earrings hung in her ears and she wore a delicate necklace that fell between her breasts.

There were notable guests and the rest were definitely Sheena’s relatives. Daddy Niro and Mother Nena were already sitting, and Dalia sat by her side. Dalia’s brown and wavy hair complimented her. She looked elegant in her peach, sleeveless gown. I believe she is about my age. She also appears to have known the Diaz family for quite some time, as I see no wavering from her when she speaks to or sits with them. She felt so at ease that she could lean on the shoulder of the man next to him even in front of a crowd. And what makes me feel out of place is that he, too, smiled sweetly at her. My eyes were drawn away from the situation. "Hello, Angel." A sturdy hand gripped my waist.

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”

" Javier did not give Dahlia any options, but it was quite obvious that Dahlia only had one choice. She could either say yes to Javier or bear the cost of her mistake. Thus, Dahlia lowered her head shamefully after being silent for nearly a minute. Dahlia had had unwavering tenacity for six years, but at the end of it all, she had to bend over for a mistake that offended Javier. The next moment, Dahlia blushed and stretched out her hand to Javier in a hurried breath. Her hands were fair and beautiful, but they could not stop trembling. They were trembling out of humiliation and regret.

Nothing at all. Wait, who is that? Lingga? With whom? I had chosen Lingga from a list of profiles my pimp had given me, but he was very averse to male clients. Lingga was an unforgettable gigolo, especially since he was on the best product list. His muscular proportions were more voluptuous than Aryo's when displayed in a large room for auction. I waited for the woman with Lingga to leave and then approached him, just to say hello outside the fast food franchise.

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.

He looked somewhat curious for a second. The spark of anger in my chest grew into a tiny flame, causing me to rebel. I yanked my chin out of his grip and muttered, “Nothing.” Darius whistled at my response. I saw how Dimitri lowered himself and crouched in front of me. His bright magenta eyes fixated on me. He scanned my face and settled his intense gaze back on me. “I didn’t expect there would be a spitfire hidden behind that innocent façade of yours, pet. Did cleaning for the rich, lazy ladies cause some hidden rage?”