Novel & Cerita La Dalia Negra

Three women descended after her, all worthy of admiration for their beauty. Blair recognized the effects her appearance had on people. She was used to indignant looks, always wondering if a woman could be that beautiful. "Let's go in" Daliah called. She was a symbol of black beauty, curvaceous and tall, with curls curling down to her shoulders. She looked tempting in a sparkly dress and heels braided across her calves.

She was used to indignant looks, always wondering if a woman could be that beautiful. - "Let's go in" Daliah called. She was a symbol of black beauty, curvy and tall, with curls curling to her shoulders. She looked tempting in a sparkly dress and heels braided to her calves. The four women walked to the clubhouse entrance. It seemed to be crowded, and they had to wait in a line for a few minutes. Upon entering, they noticed that the place was the perfect representation of all that was unclean about Vegas. With the lighting low, the music loud, and a sea of bodies moving from side to side, you could feel your heart beating in time.

“Dalia wants me involved. You think this is just about getting leverage on Dante? No. This has to do with me too. She took Bella because she wants me to come for her. If I don’t, she’ll never stop. You know that.” He pressed his lips into a thin line. “We can handle it.” I looked into his eyes. “You can’t handle what you don’t understand.” That made him pause. “I told Dante this same thing earlier. Dalia is not after power. She’s not after money either,” I said quietly. “If that’s what she wants, she would have blackmailed us for it ages ago. She’s after a family. That’s all she’s ever wanted. Even if she has to steal it.”

I snap my head to the side and see her, Dahlia. She is here; she isn’t alone. “Dahlia!” I mutter, but she isn’t looking at me. The men move to stand on either side of her. Goddess, she is more beautiful than I remember her to be. She is stood not even ten feet away. Her long brown hair is in a ponytail. She is wearing all black leather and the men beside her are all huge, wearing the same thing. Where the hell has she been?

She was used to indignant looks, always wondering if a woman could be that beautiful. - "Let's go in" Daliah called. She was a symbol of black beauty, curvy and tall, with curls curling to her shoulders. She looked tempting in a sparkly dress and heels braided to her calves. The four women walked to the clubhouse entrance. It seemed to be crowded, and they had to wait in a line for a few minutes. Upon entering, they noticed that the place was the perfect representation of all that was unclean about Vegas. With the lighting low, the music loud, and a sea of bodies moving from side to side, you could feel your heart beating in time.

Olivia’s hair is still tousled from the attack on my father, but her green eyes are sparkling and she's never looked more beautiful than right now, even with that scarf. "I love it," I say, my heart pumping hard. If it were up to me, I'd be getting married right this minute. "No, I don't like that shade of white on your skin. You look too pale. Besides, it's the most boring one of them all and it's not that flattering to your big breasts," Dalia says like it’s a bad thing, destroying Olivia’s smile, "Try another one." Olivia rolls her eyes and returns to the fitting room. She tries a few more extravagant dresses and they’re all nice to me, really, but Dalia has a lot of negativity to spread

🤦‍♀️Get a girlfriend first! Ren💖 So that you get all jealous and lonely without me? Me You're so full of yourself bro!!!!😂😂😂 Ren💖 Have you met you? "Terra! Terra!" I look up to and I'm met with Dalia's beautiful brown eyes. Dalia looks gorgeous in the stunning, pink, silky gown she's wearing. She drags me to the reception area. "They are cutting the cake and the fucking best maid is nowhere to be seen!" she facepalms, pulling my arm.

Danner tilted a screen to us, revealing seven of our pack mates conspiring in one of the bars. “If he stepped down for Alpha Brandon, we could more easily avenge Dalia and get rid of that pesky little bitch daughter of his.” This was a she-wolf, someone who had admired Dalia very much, Daisy was her name. The others nodded along with her. “He wouldn’t step down for no reason.” Gerald spoke this time. “If his daughter was in danger unless he did step down though…” Jared trailed off, allowing the others to mull it over. “Blackmail?” Daisy asked. “I like it.”

Delfina folded her arms under her chest fighting her smirk as his eyes drew to her breasts which lifted at the movement. “I’m sorry.” He started. “What is her favorite song?” Carma cut off his apology. “What?” he turned confused eyes to Carma. “Delfina’s favorite song. What is it?” “I don’t know, why?” “Favorite color?” “Where are you going with this?”

I was not going to look at Dalia as she mumbled on the floor. Adriana smiled in response. “And you plan to do it with me in the picture, how?”, I laughed. “By my side or dead. It would be your choice really”, Adriana laughed, the sound echoing across the empty halls. Dalia whimpered as someone appeared behind her and untied her hands and disappeared almost immediately. My eyes narrowed as I wondered what was about to play here. How exactly did she think I was going to join her side? “If you want to leave here alive, girly”, Adriana spoke, her voice a chill in my mind as she brought out a dagger from the air. Like she had conjured it. “Kill him”. *end of Jacob’s pov*