La Dalia Negra Novels & Stories

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.

Black Gold scent rolled off her in waves. Earth and cedar and something bitter underneath. Traveling leathers, pack messenger. Her eyes landed on me. Her expression curled into something ugly. "So you're Alisha." She said my name, like it tasted rotten. "Black Gold's famous reject." I went very still. Diana moved between us instantly. "No... This is for me." Diana said, pushing me away. Her eyes were red, and his jaw was tight. Her fist was literally shaking.

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.

The man opposite him looked up and his piercing blue eyes looked upon him, he didn’t fail to notice that his eyes were just like his daughter’s, “I believe you have seen the news or have heard it, whichever you pay attention to, my daughter was kidnapped last night, I was told it was a one man army but the car was abandoned on the way, which means there was someone else.” The black haired man smiled, “what have that got to do with me, Drago?” he tilted his head, “I don’t see where I come in.” Drago sighed, “El Diablo, with our past, I had wished we would never cross path again but in this situation, you are the only one that can help. My men and I have searched every nook and cranny but ther

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. -