La Dalia Negra Novels & Stories

she replied calmly. Diala's eyes sparkled in delight; she turned her gaze away from her maid and walked towards her window, the book still in her hand as she held tightly to it, her hands wrapped around it in her bosom. "I will be given in marriage to King Robert, making me his first legal wife" she turned, fixing her gaze on the young maid, "I am going to get married to the man of my dreams, I do look happy Berta, don't I?" She inquired glaring at the maid, her blue eyes flickering.

‘We should make a proper plan before we barge in or we’re all going to be eaten alive’ Alfred says carefully looking around. Ivory looks at the map. She could see many green and pink dots but the leopard standing at the entrance of the cave was a red dot. ‘This will be a little tricky’ ivory comments as she sighs. ‘Who are those’ Natasha says pointing to two women dressed in white not standing far away from them. Ivory glances at them frowning. ‘Aren’t they from saintess clan’ indigo said as they all stared at them. The women dressed in white stared at them too.

KALILA POV After thirty minutes, I emerged from the bathroom, having spent twenty of them doing my makeup. I wore a black dress with red road designs that dropped just below my knees. Dolph, a young man who couldn't have been older than twenty-three, stood outside the mansion by a blue Cadillac, smoking a cigarette and staring ahead. When he noticed me, he quickly dropped the cigarette, crushing it beneath his feet. "Good morning Luna Dahlia; I'll be taking you wherever you wish to go," he said, eyeing the car. "Alpha Ares took the limousine, the black Rolls Royce has a flat tire and needs servicing, so I had to settle for the Cadillac."

“Lenora, meet Grimaldi’s only heir, Alpha Dorian Grimaldi.” For the first time, my attention fully shifted to the female standing by his side. Just like her father, Lenora Mendalv was quite infamous in the worst ways possible. Her sharp cat eyes met mine firmly and the ethereal beauty she carried effortlessly was enough to make any mere mortal worship the grounds she walked on. With eyes darker than her heart and straight black hair to go with, she was tarted in a white mini ball gown that did well to accentuate her slender curves and blemish free skin. In many ways, her charms were lethal, which had easily earned her the reputation as the succubus of North Creekville. Her red clad lips inch

Author’s POV La Perla Negra—The Black Pearl—was a high-end brothel located on the outskirts of the city. It was owned and operated by Vincenzo, the crime boss who had saved her from a fate worse than death. He had transported Dolores there instead of the strip club he had signed her up for, so she would gain experience first.

She left with her tail between her legs, but she didn’t want to give up. She met the Montero’s rivals and gave them a million dollars to kill Diego and get him out of the way. That way, she could marry Augusto and become the Mafia Queen. However, those morons mistook Augusto for Diego and tried to kill him instead. Learning of this, Dahlia changed her plans. If she faked her death, would Diego blame himself and run away from home? It was a gamble and she got what she wanted. Knowing Diego would be wracked with guilt if he saved his brother instead of her, she called him the moment she knew he was going to save his brother.

As the revelation settled, I felt a strange blend of compassion for the choices he faced and a pang of jealousy for the path that led him to Vallen before finding me. "I could not betray Vallen. I could not be searching for one woman while keeping another in my castle. That's when I talked to her. I asked her to go with Daniel to Minerva. Meanwhile, I would seek the woman my Wolf desired — my other half. We struck a deal, Dali." The words spilled out from Liam's lips, carrying the weight of both regret and determination. He averted his gaze for a moment, as if hesitant to confront the consequences of his past decisions.

“That’s Tzarkiuos poison.” I blinked in disbelief. “What? That smells like regular wine to me.” Diana didn’t wait for my doubt. She poured the wine into a flowerpot near my plate. The crimson liquid sank into the soil. Seconds later, the blooming red flower withered, turned black, and crumbled into ash. Gasps rang out across the table. “Black magic,” Diana hissed. My stomach twisted. The name left my lips like a curse. “Liora.” Diana’s POV

“Who?” She never hesitated to leave what she was doing. Soon, she was descending the stairs in those ever-present heels. Dressed in a long black dress—symbolizing the sorrow that never left her, the mark of L’ Viuda Blanca—A White Widow. She owned every inch of the room as she stepped in. “Amaya” Amaya and Josan were already standing; the sound of her footsteps had been their only warning. “Madam,” Amaya nodded, offering a careful smile. Diana’s face remained expressionless, her tone flat. “It’s good to—”

Alex swallowed, his eyes flicking to Dreon before returning to Dahlia. “There is only one way to bring Capo Nero to his knees,” Dahlia said as she pressed a button and rose from her chair, moving halfway across the room while a hidden passage slid open. Matteo lifted his chin slightly, his eyes never leaving her. “His boys,” Dahlia said, glancing over her shoulder. “This time, there will be no ransom for their lives. I will make sure he feels the pain of losing what he holds most dear, and I will make him watch.”