La Dalia Negra Novels & Stories

Katia said she knew they loved each other and just needed a push and that was why she assigned them to work together on the new hospital for the Moon Touched pack. Kelp reprimanded Dalia, “Honey, you are a grown woman and should conduct yourself as such.” Dalia leaned back on his lap with wide eyes, “Excuse me? I am eighteen years old. I am not even legal to drink. Nathan isn’t telling Katia to act like a grown woman.” Kelp’s response was, “Katia is a goddess and your luna.” Like that said it all. To which Dalia took offense and informed her mate, “Well, my Luna says all us women can be goddesses. So, I am a goddess too.”

" Win immediately turned to the other side of the door, where Dalia could also be seen. "Is it Manila?" Winner said, glancing at Lucas. "Yes. Look at your dog, so come home. "Wait, and I'll call," Lucas said, shaking his head. He also started eating like the others, but this winner was still facing his back. He doesn't know why being single is always a problem. "Zinnia!" and his dog's doctor's name. Name?! "ZENAIDA ILLIANA PEREZ!" shouted Dalia, still shaking a little. But Lucas was completely taken aback by the name that Dalia shouted. "Oh engineer! "Are you all right?"

Her eyes glinted evilly as she stretched forth, her perfect hand to be engulfed by Poseidon's rather Ven's dry ones "You have my allegiance!" He said "perfect" she said gleefully " now come darling, there's much work to be done in preparation for victory!" A small smile played upon her lips, another fool had just found it's way into her net. What a delicious treat. † Dalia Grey "You'd be reminded that this is a school with a zero tolerance for youngsters with filthy language" She growled out "Do well to remember that, I will not be lenient again!" Her glasses flashed with intense dislike and Dalia wondered just what she'd gotten into

Daliah did not want to feel lonely like the past two days. She was old enough, about nineteen to twenty years old. She was dark in complexion with straight hair and beautiful green eyes. Daliah had told her not to come but after her constant nagging he agreed and he had been reminded of yesterday. He could at least protect her for she was his close friend after Zane. Walking in pairs, they started off towards the forests this time they were heading towards another direction opposite from that one they used when going to Pandoraky.

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.

Sofia had specifically chosen the dark Dahlia, Stephanie had wanted to elaborate on its meaning but she was once again cut off with a slap. Everyone walking into the venue had a ds grunting feeling. Black dahlia is a cute demon flower with a sweet smell. However, it defines dishonestly and betrayal. It was certainly not the best choice for a wedding flower. Chase was the first to walk down the aisle. He had no time for shopping hence he had settled for a casual black tux. Since it was sundown and under the influence of dark Dahlia, the arena appeared darker than it should have. Sofia soon walked down all dressed to impress.

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.