La Dalia Negra Novels & Stories

It is the New year's party organised by the Willows annually and they invite both clans to attend. This is our opportunity to finally get them to our side before Helena does. For half an hour I have been trying to get the dress to fit and finally with a lot of energy and curses, the dress is in place. Dahlia chose this dress for me which is a mid-thigh skinny leather dress. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I look like a seductress with my long dark locks flowing down my head and the hot red lipstick. The dark eye shadow and mascara outlining my eyes give me the most alluring look.

I crossed one of my leg over. "Welcome everyone to the black auction. We have pretty good items today so please enjoy. The first item. One of Lala-land's finest diamond. This diamond is also one of the rarest diamond in the world. The silver has been extinct and this is the last of its kind. It can cut through anything and projects bright light. This diamond is one of a kind. There's no other of it in the world. We will start the bidding at 3 million dollars." The person said.

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

' James says and both me and Marigold just keep quiet to let him continue. 'One day, Abbadon brought home a woman and introduced her as his mate. Her name was Alyssa, Alyssa never liked me and even told Abbadon to get rid of me as his servant but of course, Abbadon denied.' James says and his adoration for Abbadon can easily be seen in his eyes.

The penthouse suite overlooking the Los Angeles skyline was dimly lit, heavy curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. Don Salvador sat in a leather armchair, a glass of aged scotch in hand, his silver hair slicked back, eyes sharp as ever. The door opened without a knock. Francesca stepped in, long dark hair cascading over a red silk dress that hugged every curve, lips painted blood-red, heels clicking like gunfire on the marble floor. She was Mr. Blackwood’s mistress of three years, the secret kept tucked away from Georgia and the perfect family facade. But she was so much more than that. She was Salvador’s weapon.

I watched her pull up three different screens to run different programs. It only took her three minutes and thirty-two seconds to find some useful information. “Palmer Davidson. Age forty-three. Originated from the Dalestone pack but challenged for the Alpha title of Crimson Park at age thirty-seven.” Dahlia’s face paled when she said the original pack’s name. She immediately dialed a number on her phone, putting it on speaker so that we could also hear. “Dalestone pack. Alpha Denver speaking,” a man said. Dahlia’s fingers drummed on her desk, and I could see how she was trying to control whatever she was feeling. I did the same thing when I was overwhelmed.

After losing loved ones to the werewolf hunters' attack, Dahlia had suffered a mental breakdown, leading her to relinquish control of the Council to her daughter. Dahlia Vause, a striking woman with chestnut-brown, long hair that cascades gracefully down her back. Her beauty is undeniable, with captivating eyes that mirror the rich hue of her hair, creating a mesmerizing and harmonious look that draws attention. After finally getting Dahlia to look at her, Neon's tears welled up even more upon seeing the distant, troubled look in Dahlia's eyes. "Neon? How are you and Nebra? Tell your father and uncle dinner is ready, will you?" Dahlia requested with a smile, her words tinged with a hint of c

Luna Claudia glared at them, and Alpha Diego let out a low warning growl. “I am sorry, but you really outdid yourself in this one, Diego.” She said, shaking her head at him. “You went from a woman who learned how to sit in the finest of schools to a waitress.” “If I am going to mention the number of things that I find more attractive in her, then I am going to need another day to describe them.” Alpha Diego said, making my eyes widen in surprise at his words. His eyes met mine and he winked before turning to the woman. “Now, unless you have another foolish comment to give, I have things to tend to. Lea, how about the two of us go together? I am going your way anyway, and I would rather not h

Even Straider moved closer to Trace, tension rising like heat off stone. “And she believes,” Trace said, voice low and lethal, “that she has anything to bargain with after that?” “She claims she knows who hired her.” Mikan stepped forward sharply. “Trace look at her tattoo. She’s a Daughter of Dawlya. It’s a trick. Remove that gag and she’ll use her magic. Turn her to ash now.” Trent blinked at that revelation. “If someone hired her to kill Pana and Avin, they may try again. Let her speak.”