La Dalia Negra Novels & Stories

Dali whispered to her ears and chuckled. "OMG! You dealing with mafias now?" Ava joked. "At least I'll be the Don's woman. Most respected," Dali said proudly and chuckled, as her hand grabbed two glasses of champagne from the tray of a wandering waiter and gave one to Ava. "I think you are a perfect fit for a Capo dei capi Signora," Ava grinned widely again, as she stared at Dali's pretty face which contorted slightly at the taste of the champagne. For the first time, her eyeshadow and blush were simple and perfect and it made Ava chuckle even more.

There were several plants in each corner of the patio, and dangling from the ceiling was a lamp shaped like a disco ball. If I was going to take back my pack, then I had to infiltrate this place and make everyone my ally, but how was I going to do so when all the gangs were mostly going for missions or in the bars? "Liliana?" A familiar feminine voice spoke, and I looked up to find Daliah staring at me with raised brows. God, she was beautiful; it was almost exhausting to look at. Dark glowing skin, pouty lips, a wide nose that fits her face perfectly, and almond-shaped eyes.

she whispers under her breath. ~ Just outside the grand Villanueva mansion, Dalia and Rose step out to dispose of the trash, engrossed in a low conversation about the recent dramatic events between Mateo's mother and Isabella the last day. Even though they're not exactly in front of them that time, they can clearly hear how Isabella continuously begged to see Mateo and her daughter.

One of the men placed a silver briefcase on the table and opened it, showing the wads of money to the black haired man, “if it’s not enough, you can only say so and I will pay any amount you mention, I just want my daughter. So I plead with you, put aside our past differences and let’s work together, I failed my wife, I don’t want to fail her too.” The black haired man looked down and smiled, “I’m sorry Drago but I can’t help you, you see…” “This is business, El Diablo, you are a businessman, you can’t let a past encounter to stop you, right?” Drago asked. “Indeed, but the problem is that I already have something at hand to do but if by the time I am done with it and you still haven’t found

We watched as Raul starts his medical jargon with the nurses and wheels Blanca behind the double doors. Once she is out of sight, Thalia sits down. She looks at Damaro and Valeno, “My wolf Nyx, is ancient.” She says. I see Damaro’s face light up. “That’s wonderful, mi nieta.” I lean over, “Nieta?” She leans back, “Granddaughter.” Note to self, learn Spanish. Then she looks at them again, “She’s fully black.” Damaro’s eyes widen as does Valeno’s, “How black is fully black?”

Dahlia said. There was no doubt that Dahlia was very beautiful, her long black, loose curl hair fell to her back, almost reaching her waist. Her shiny olive skin and her hazel eyes were her most admirable features. Although she’s just fifteen, she acts and looks way above her age and was already used to getting advances from men, even in the coven.

Dalia remained where she was, watching the drama unfold. Her respect for Eros suddenly skyrocketed. She couldn’t wait for them to be alone again. Eros nodded at her simple statement. “Then you wouldn’t mind it if I tip your husband,” She doesn’t flinch, thinking Eros was done with his word play. Oh, he wasn’t done with her yet. “The underground club...” “You wouldn’t dare!” She suddenly screams in terror. Dalia frowns at the exchange. Does Eros blackmail others like this? What does he know about everyone? He must have dug up something so they wouldn’t threaten him.

His black, black, eyes. She has seen this many times before, yet she still can't help but be captivated by the color of them. It was beautiful and just breathtaking. It turned her on. Without much thought, she tipped her toes and was about to reach for his lips but suddenly, he moved away. Dalia was startled and thought he rejected her but when she saw what was happening, her eyes went cold and sharp. She glared at the figure Leon was hugging. It was Agnes. -

Natasha was left with a scowl on her face. As for Damian, his face showed a whole different emotion. Amusement gleamed in his eyes, a smile played on his lips. His green orbs were as dark as ever, as mischievous as a fox. Oh my God, he was actually enjoying this but I wasn't..... at all. He thinks this is a game? Well, two can play that game. ''What do you want?'' Damian's tone was bleak. Natasha still rubbed her fingers across his jaws and chin as he spoke.

Dalia smiled and removed her veil, revealing her black marks, ones that made her look dreadful but from which I had long since healed in horror. "Obviously with a show of power. I scared the town, and the people immediately lined up to the rules. But don't worry about that; I put a substance in the water so they won't be able to talk about Alice or the Caltons outside the pack," Dalia said wisely. "However, I won't be able to fix the disaster with the Western Pack. So you're going to have to resort to diplomacy." "That's crap!"