La Dalia Negra Novels & Stories

Dahlia This night couldn't get any worse than it already is. Why is Daisy here? Why isn't that bitch dead already?! Not only that but she's the Luna of the mysterious Crimson Moon pack. The true wolves of the night? How? She's nothing more than a weak slut!

“ Yeah ! He likes the sister and you like the brother . Don’t act as if you don’t understand my words Amra Caddel . I wasn’t born yesterday . I have tasted love and gave birth to your mother . I would love to hear more about this later after you finish work at the company . “ said madam Dahlia . “ I told you that is not like that . “ said Amra . “ Oh please ! No boy in this world can make you nervous like this . No one has been able to affect you no matter how many expensive and luxurious grifts they would bring you , you would never be touched no matter what they did . You are the rose that everyone wants to possess in the world of the rich . You are beautiful , you are good , you are cool

He asked. I was about to tell him what happened during the weekend when I heard a soft knock. I said a 'come in' and my breath caught in my throat when I saw Dalia enter. She looked breath-taking in her black gown that went perfectly well with her skin and her hair packed in a bun with not a strand out of place, showing off her perfect neckline that I want to latch my lips on. She greeted Damien and I in her angelic voice and I felt my anger return seeing how she only seemed to be scared of me and not other guys.

I guess that is why it is so much important. Soon it was evening and I started getting ready. Few stylists came as well to get me ready. Soon I wore that black gown. Dalia said it is tradition to wear black in this party. My hair were styled with side braid and then combined in a side bun. Some platinum jewellery to go with black gown and soon with silver heels I was ready. I have no idea that they did my smoky eye shadow and blood red lipstick. I am looking like a beautiful but scary wench. Like I am actually a part of mafia and then it clicked.

The Book of Dark Arts". The girls names are Dahlia the dark haired one, and the blonde is Cornelia. As far as we are concerned though they are non-starters. Lily can take them out with one hand behind her back.

Dalia commented as she examined Dmitri’s gun. “Your men can do that.” Dmitri snorted making no attempt to collect his gun back. “You know I've always liked this gun. Black and silver with a powerful name, Killa. Can I have it?” Dalia said in a voice very less than someone who was sincerely asking for something. “You can. Would you stay with my wife until she gives birth?” Dmitri asked although, knowing Dalia she would never agree to a request like that. “I will not. I can get you someone but I will never serve you not to mention your wife.” Dalia spat as she glared at Dmitri.

She kisses and licks the skin directly and next to it rock-hard dick. Her tongue licks up from the bottom of my shaft, tracing the pulsating vein until she reached the tip. One of her hands clutches my dick and her tongue starts twirling around the tip of my dick. Fuck, if there was one thing about Larissa she could give head but she was nothing compared to Eulalia. I imagined her as Eulalia on her knees. Fuck Slowly her lips wrap around my dick and she starts taking me in inch by inch, while her hand takes care of my balls.

I threw on my leather jacket and a pair of boots. "Who's first?" Natalia stepped forward. "Alright." I took her hand. She nodded and we disappeared. The cold nothingness surrounded me. We popped back into existence. Hell was hot and humid. I could feel the damp air pressing against my skin. We stood before a black spire of dark obsidian. Veins of glowing gold fire laced the surface of the polished black stone. Natalia dropped my hand and led the way. The sharp spike drew tall into the dusky sky. As we drew deeper into the city, the spires grew taller.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"