Novel & Cerita La Dalia Negra

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.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

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.”

The color is just as dark as what the outcome of today's wedding will be. The death of her step-siblings. Queen Andessa is a viper, certainly. The chaos her children's deaths will unleash in Velmira will serve to weaken them further. Humans never cease to amaze me. Dahlia is far more cunning than her fragile human form suggests. Her plea and demand for vengeance against her step siblings had been a risk for a prisoner like her. However, she took that audacious move. And it was precisely that audacity that had caught my attention towards her.