La Dalia Negra Novels & Stories

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.

Laurie said, disappearing below the deck. Captain Nathenial smiled and kissed the back of Delilah’s hand. “There’s nothing more sexy than a determined woman.” He moved back to the wheel and pressed a button. “Black Dahlia might not be able to get you there but Dahlia Night can do the job.” Mechanical noises surrounded them and the floor beneath them began to move. They all rushed to the back of the boat seeing a smaller replica of Black Dahlia emerged from the ship. It glided out behind the Black Dahlia, blocking it from the view of the ship attacking them.

“That girl’s going to give me grey hair.” “You already have grey hair,” Dera said without missing a beat. “And if you don’t stop poking at Richard Hale, you’ll lose the rest of it too.” Dave chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “Still… I can’t help wondering how much of this Lena girl knows. She doesn’t seem like the manipulative type.” “Exactly,” Dera said, lifting her glass again. “Which makes her the perfect target. Dahlia knows Lena’s too naive or too stunned to fight back for all I know. She gets her scandal, her headlines, and the satisfaction of watching her father and me squirm.”

Henry almost choked after hearing his sister's careless words, he gave her a pointed look but the girl was totally oblivious of it meaning so she just brushed it off, the little princess somehow felt obliged to acknowledge her friend's intelligence and was proud to do so, that pride reflected on her as she was the one Dahlia served, she was the one who brought such a mastermind to the light and she found a shred of pride in that fact, luckily for them Rima pulled the conversation toward the three invading kingdoms before more people got involved in talking about the creepy girl, Unlike Nara, the snow queen understood Henry's vague intentions, and even though she wasn't fond of the girl who t

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.

As soon as she arrived, a Maserati pulled up, and Dahlia lowered the window and said flatly, "Get in." Stella nodded and got into the car primly. Dahlia was wearing a dark brown shirt and black pants. Her hair was shoulder length, curled naturally, and neatly styled.

She stood trying to tidy herself as best as she could but to ko avail, sighing in pure defeat "Hi I'm Moi-" The words caught deep within her throat as their eyes connected, fuck!, Dalia wanted to scream, it felt like the oxygen had been sucked out of the entire world something within them had recongized each other and it was pulling them, drawing them into the darkness, taking away their will to stay conscious and no matter how she fought, Dalia could feel herself ebbing away, until the numbness completely crept over her and her counterpart, who laid crumpled on the floor.