La Dalia Negra Novels & Stories

What if it was poisoned? Not necessarily poisoned, but what if something was inside? I stared at the food with doubt, fighting the rumble in my stomach. “How’s that scream?” “She isn’t perfect yet…” “Let the girl speak for herself, Natalia,” Daria cut her short. From the looks of things, Natalia seemed to be lower in rank. Not necessarily the lowest, but a position that placed her beneath Daria. Daria, was a lady with long white hair and wrinkles on her face, a tightened jawline that gave her a mean appearance, blending in with the green color of her iris. She appeared powerful, and I wondered how old she could be.

“Understood, wife.” She turned on her heel and walked away. Nate exhaled hard, slumping against the counter. He’d live to see another day. Barely. Then he noticed the bag in her hand. “You’re back early today,” he said cautiously as she approached. “Yes,” Dahlia said, pushing the bag into his arms. “We’re going out.” He looked down at it - inside was a sleek, black luxury suit. His stomach plummeted. “Out where?” “To a charity gala.”

He sat there with a girl who looked so much like her, same dark hair, same features, but this girl looked more fragile, softer, like life had been harder on her. Dalia’s hands clenched. She always hated losing. She wanted to win, every single time, worse, her friends tried to pull her back. “Come on, Dalia. He’s over you. Let it go.” But she shook them off. “No. Watch this.” She walked straight toward the VIP area, heels clicking on the floor, her eyes stayed locked on Cassian. He looked up when she got close, for a second, something shifted and his eye eased

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!"

‘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

“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

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.”

I said, setting the glass down on the counter. Just then, Dalia walked in—glistening with sweat and wearing the skimpiest workout clothes imaginable. Barely-there shorts. A sports bra that might as well have been a suggestion. And, of course, that grin—mischievous and sweet as poison. “Good morning, everyone,” she sang, like she owned the place. I rolled my eyes, didn’t even dignify her with a reply. Just turned on my heel and headed toward Icarus’s office.