La Dalia Negra Novels & Stories

I was not going to look at Dalia as she mumbled on the floor. Adriana smiled in response. “And you plan to do it with me in the picture, how?”, I laughed. “By my side or dead. It would be your choice really”, Adriana laughed, the sound echoing across the empty halls. Dalia whimpered as someone appeared behind her and untied her hands and disappeared almost immediately. My eyes narrowed as I wondered what was about to play here. How exactly did she think I was going to join her side? “If you want to leave here alive, girly”, Adriana spoke, her voice a chill in my mind as she brought out a dagger from the air. Like she had conjured it.

GOD! The place is nothing I've seen before. From the chandelier to the sculptures, to the expensive looking paintings the hung on the wall to the tiled mirror floor. Everything was exquisite, presice, luxurious. Gold and diamond ornaments engraved every window, every door, every wall. By the look of things, Damian and his family were stinking, filthy rich. He, being a billionaire is an understatement. He was a zillionaire times infinity. That's why he is so full of himself, I thought. We were greeted warmly by this pretty maid wearing those cliché black and white uniform with a feather duster in her hand.

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!"

Sandro and Linda burst out laughing. They left her as she was, looking like a lawyer in court, her heels making noise on the floor, her designer sunglasses, and when they arrived at the mansion and began to choose the furniture and some objects, Dalia understood why they were laughing at her clothes. "Damn!" Dalia complained every time she scratched her outfit amid the boxes she dragged down the stairs. Linda and Sandro laughed at her, and at seven o'clock, they decided to call it a day, and with Dalia looking like a zombie, they got into the car. By that time, she had taken off her shoes and continued packing barefoot. Her brown hair was coming undone from the bun, and she looked like she h

"What is it doctor?" "Dahlia is having serious deficiency in iron. I don't know if you noticed the symptoms but she's facing difficulties in breathing. She's anemic. Her red blood cells are so low. I'll place her on an iron supplement and dietary plan. But i advise a blood transfusion as soon as possible. I also noticed she's an AB negative. That's a rare blood type, ma'am." I stopped hearing his voice, my eyes filled with tears. How is this possible? Dahlia eats healthy food. How can she be anemic to the point where she needs a blood transfusion? An Ian is the one with the AB negative blood type. I'm doomed.

"Sister Rima, allow me to introduce you to my friend, my most trusted advisor, and my personal knightess, Dahlia Black." "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Dahlia, I must say I am impressed with your status, Both an advisor and a knightess, truly Impressive." Rima tried to sound as gentle as possible without being sloppy, it would be a lie to say that she liked the girl, on contrary, she was wary of her, the girl's expression didn't change a bit by Rima's words and instead, she started walking toward her, when she was standing right in front of the ice queen, who almost took a step back, feeling intimidated by the black-haired girl, the last opened her mouth.

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

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?”

Dai getting impatient, picks up Lia bridal style to the bedroom. He lays her gently on the bed like a delicate flower, with lust filled eyes "Let me worship every inch of you tonight" Dai whispers in her ears, causing an electric rush to run down her body. He starts by undressing her, exposing her in just a red lingerie as his eyes darkens with desire.

Then, a chauffeur came down from the car and went around to the backseat to open the door. After that, Dahlia came down from the car. She had kept herself neat and elegant as usual. A white vintage tweed jacket was on her upper body, while a black velvet skirt was on the lower half. Her hair was curled and tidied exquisitely. On her right hand was a black alligator skin Chanel bag. She wore an emerald ring the size of a pigeon's egg on her left index finger. Dahlia held her chin slightly high and slowly moved toward the coffeehouse.