La Dalia Negra Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dalia dolled me up, it's her touch, her art, from head to toe. A royal blue long dress is shimmering on my body, reaching down to my white heels, exposing my back. My right thigh is peeking through the narrow slit cut, and thin straps clinging to my shoulders. I have never been so beautiful. Never. Dalia knows well that I am not fond of makeup, she only did what was needed. “Tonight…Rizz won't be able to take his eyes off you.” Her tone is soft, yet sultry, bringing a shy smile to my lips.

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."

Derrick The drive to Cami’s hotel took longer than planned. Dahlia made us stop by the store quickly for new clothes. She opted for a black square-neck mini dress that highlighted the allure of her skin, while she made me wear black pants, a grey t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. One would think we’re going for a party at the club when, in actuality, we’re about to head into the unknown. I, for one, wasn’t inclined in this charade, but now that we were walking in the hotel lounge with Dahlia in front, I guess it wasn’t such a bad call after all.

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.

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.

“The hagstone alone is enough to slow me down. Add in the symbols in the circle and etched into this…Dina said she used to be a witch.” “Dina?” “The one with the brown hair.” “Ah, that one.” “You pulled her fangs out.” “Amongst other things. Eliza took her back to the bar. She’s in a cell in the basement. You can torture her later if you want.” “Uh, thanks?” I wrinkle my nose. “I do need to question her.” “That’s why I didn’t tear everything off.” I shake my head and look at the hagstone. “I shouldn’t have been able to do magic, Lucas, and I shouldn’t have been healed.”

It cannot be! My hands trembled as I flipped the page over. I held my breath, knowing that the worse is about to be right in front of me. The next page made me lose my balance. It had a photo of Valencia next to Alpha Dario, this time she had three children around her, around them. There was names under each person in the picture. Under Valencia there was the title Luna…there's no way! Valencia is the Alpha Dario's wife! The Luna of Dark waters! Alexandro know all of this?!

There were several plants in each corner of the patio, and dangling from the ceiling was a lamp shaped like a disco ball. If I was going to take back my pack, then I had to infiltrate this place and make everyone my ally, but how was I going to do so when all the gangs were mostly going for missions or in the bars? "Liliana?" A familiar feminine voice spoke, and I looked up to find Daliah staring at me with raised brows. God, she was beautiful; it was almost exhausting to look at. Dark glowing skin, pouty lips, a wide nose that fits her face perfectly, and almond-shaped eyes.

Aerian asks. “You are probably right my dark luna. We need to find out if your mother is alive or not Cahal. Savannah and Daniel do you think you can find the proof that we need?” I asked. “We will get on it. All I need is a name.” Savannah states. “Her name is Lavitrya Gallegos.” Cahal says. Cahal shows a picture of his mother that he had saved on his phone. Aerian let out a gasp as her cup slipped from her hand. Thank fuck for shifter speed. I caught the cup before it hit my damn desk. I can feel her start to shake.