La Dalia Negra Novels & Stories

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.

the dragon seemed to roar Ariet name for a long time only to receive a calm and full of gratitude look from the strongest Archmage of the world Ariet L'Caster. "Elish doesn't be too foolish to believe in the Raziel ... Take care of our Aysha; she is very naive... Ciel is a good person... you should value him more... Ah, at least were you who ended this torment... I can die in peace now..." Ariet voice was too soft and let a warm sensation, but every few phrases, he vomited blood, that is a painful image.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

"For what?" He disappeared into his room for a moment before returning with a black envelope, without a word, he handed it to me. I looked down, it was a heavy paper, with a gold seal, with his name and mine. Mrs. Isabella De Luca, Not Moretti. That always catches my attention every time. I opened it carefully, wondering what this invitation was about. My eyes scanned the elegant lettering. "Annual Black & White Foundation Gala...Manhattan...Seven o'clock.....Tonight."

a tiny smile anchored on his lips. “All for that good-for-nothing rotten bitch, huh!” Cami blared with reddened eyes that threatened to burst out of her sockets. “Dahlia, Dahlia, Dahlia! Every damn time!” she sped to my front in a flash. “What does she have that makes her better than me? Tell me!” Before she could hit my chest, I grabbed her wrists, stopping her palm only by an inch from reaching me. “You want to know? You really want to know?” I growled, dominating her with my rough breaths. “She’s a better Luna than you ever were. She hails from the most powerful Pack, Blackvines…”

My voice is extremely raspy. "I don't know, I just sort of found you here. I'm sure it's where you parked it last night though." I turn towards the small light voice and see Delilah staring into my eyes. She lifts her head up a smidge and I notice she is wearing her black tank that has the Creations logo on it. Pain slices through my head as I attempt to stand and fall back down on my ass.

I sighed again. “WHAT?!” Ayla nervously asked me. “Exactly what my reaction too. JD is explaining to them everything about Dark Knight. Be ready to have cousins on our agents.” I seriously told Ayla. “Oh no…” she muttered and shook her head. I hug her again. Things just got complicated. I knew that something bad may happen. And it did. I sighed again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON Cupid is munching chips as he tries to hack the electric fence of Black Dragon’s place. Atlas is just lying down beside him.

At the bottom of the stairs stood a woman dressed in black, kneeling on one knee. Her head was down, facing the floor. She was dark skinned, and had a cat tail and ears. She wore clothes I had never seen before. They were tight, unlike mine, and showed her figure. “Princess!” She spoke with power in her voice. It was like she was speaking to God himself. She looked up, and I saw them. The cole black eyes the other demon had. I took a step back.

Isn't he an expert at sneaking into my house without getting caught? The corner of my mouth lifts as I get the perfect idea. The gala Bianchi invited me to. I'm sure there will be photos on the internet and gossip sites. What would he do if he saw me hanging on the arm of another man? I shoot Rita a message and tell her to make an appointment with Danissa. She's a genius designer and I have no doubt she'll get me the dress I want. Aside from Ophelia almost making my heart stop, I think the rest of the day was fine.