La Dalia Negra Novels & Stories

Her mother only laughed and went into the kitchen to get the things. _________________________ Dalia intentionally shed her pajama jacket, revealing the transparent fabric beneath. She sensually freed her hair from its bun, letting it cascade down her shoulders like a golden waterfall. With a sultry stride, she made her way to the dining room, her eyes fixed on Jaxon. "You work late, too?" she asked, her voice husky and intimate. As she sat in the chair closest to him, her movements were deliberate and calculated, ensuring he had a clear view of her. Jaxon lifted his head, his tired eyes locking onto hers. "Oh! Dalia. You're awake."

"You look so much like your mother." Ellie's spine was rigid beneath my hand. "Father." Eliana. There was no record of that being her full name. I'd searched everything when we'd first brought her in—birth certificates, school records, every database I could access. Ellie Knight. Nothing about Eliana. Another secret she'd kept. Another piece of herself hidden away. Vittorio's gaze slid to me, assessing with the cold calculation of someone who saw people as chess pieces. "And you must be Lorenzo, head of The Black Rose. It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard amazing things."

" Dahlia emerged at the far end of the clearing. Unfazed and unaffected, she moved through the turmoil with composure. Her red eyes met mine, and a grin twisted her lips. "Daisy!" Lucian yelled. Dahlia held up her hand before I could respond. Like a tidal wave, the shadows beneath her feet swept across the camp, engulfing everything in their path as they went. I prepared myself as the darkness struck me so hard it knocked the wind out of my lungs. The darkness coiled around me like chains as my knees struck the floor. My ears reverberated with Dahlia's voice. "Sister, it's over." As the world turned black, her icy smile was the last thing I saw.

Dahlia caught herself staring. Todd had worked his magic, Dahlia wore a velvet dress in midnight blue, its subtle shimmer catching the light. Her hair was partially braided, a faux fur wrap draped over her shoulders. Bram stood tall, the entire pack gathered around. Lupin, Hunter, Gahn, Haner, Connor, Ben, Hannah, Heidi, even Jay and Victoria, Brandon and Julia, they worked out the challenge with Julia’s promised man. Jade was close to giving birth, so Luca had wisely stayed behind.

Caleb gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Caleb?” Through clenched teeth, he said, “She was a redhead, Diana. He’s a red lupus garou looking for a mate. There must be a shortage of eligible females in the area.” Diana's throat felt parched as if she’d crossed the Badlands without a lick of water.

Leo said. “Her name is Dalia. She is a spy and an assassin,” I said. Dalia had pale skin and very short blond hair. I met her only once when she came to take Asher away right after Asher and I were done talking that day. She had bowed to me and talked to me a little bit. “She is beautiful,” Leo said. He was not someone to talk about women’s beauty. I was a little surprised. “Beautiful, huh?” I hit him on the arm. “Have you talked to her?”

Go right ahead! Diego sighed and walked out. He was sure it was Amelia and he was going to meet her. "Just be careful! we don't know what she's up to and.....Arrrgggh!" She groaned in frustration. "What a stubborn man!" * * * * * * Li-lah turned on the music and started dancing to it. She moved her body slowly and sensually. Her dark red dress had a halter neckline which exposed her ample chest. Her dark raven-black hair fell gently to her shoulders.

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.

she says looking contemptuously at our companion, I see how the hand that holds the blonde's glass of wine trembles slightly “And who is this beautiful woman who accompanies you today?...” I ask without taking my eyes off her that have never left Griffin's, they begin to crystallize, she's scared to shit and she has a reason. “Oh, she's a friend... Natalia, I present to you Ratko and his lapdog Claus...” she says pointing to both of us with her glass, then she brings it to her lips, the girl can barely blink, she gives us a forced smile that It happens to be more than just a grimace.

“Get out of the car first, can you?” Dark snorted at Dalia. She was sobbing and seemed to be really worried about Natasha. Adrian put the cellphone away from his ear and didn’t want to hear Dalia’s cry either. If she were in front of him now, he might have punched her in the mouth. Dalia hiccupped and was surprised by Dark yelling at her. They are now in his car, and the girl is already awake.