Magical Artisan Dahlia Novels & Stories

Brian hastened to reassure the girl even as he nudged Maeve from his lap and stood up. Lea Diane, smiling with relief, and led the way to the room. She opened the door then stood to one side to allow Brian and Maeve to enter before her. She smiled at Maeve's gasp of surprise. The Dahlia Room was done in tasteful shades of green and red, suggestions of the flower in question here and there with the use of shadows and empty space. Great big vases stood on two tables, each holding three dozen of varying types of Dahlias and adding a subtle perfume to the air. There was a large four poster bed in the center of the back wall and some pieces of equipment Maeve didn't recognize along with a couple

This made Stella unable to find any weakness in her. "The emerald thumb ring. Give it up," Dahlia said nonchalantly. Stella had already found out about the problems with the alternate medicines. Dahlia just wanted to quickly end the battle and leave after completing her goal as soon as possible. The more she stayed, the harder it was to guarantee that she would not show her true nature.

she said softly, dangerously, “you will tell us what you felt.” The seven-lined woman’s throat bobbed. She did not look afraid she looked… resigned. “I felt,” she said, “a Circle that is no longer Dawlya alone.” A ripple of horror moved through the ring. “It is dragon-touched,” the woman continued, voice tightening. “Born magic braided into learned magic. It is… wider. Hotter. Cleaner. Less cruel.” “Impossible,” someone breathed. The woman shook her head. “That is why we cannot take it from her. Not with ritual. Not with binding. If we try… it will burn us from the inside.”

"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.

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.

About 20 minutes later, she finally came. An older woman dressed in extravagant clothes. I approached her. “Hello, Mrs. Winifred. I'm Dahlia, CEO of DAHL.” I smiled at her and handed her my card, she took the card from me, then looked at me from head to toes. Her eyes lit up the moment she sighted a scarf wrapped around my neck. “Isn't that Tonia’s latest design? I heard there are only three pieces available in Drawlwood. You managed to get one,” she seemed so excited.

Dahlia’s POV I was hoping today will be different, it was indeed a bright and sunny day. The birds were chirping outside my little one room living space (with a toilet) which made me feel more at ease with myself. Even though my two wealthy friends offered me a place at their mansions but I turned it down due to my overbearing pride which has me feeling like I need to go down the path of success on my own!. My name is Dahlia Harrison Garcia and I’m a struggling 24year old graduate with a Bachelor’s degree in Information technology and Communication Engineering .

Witches can’t be trusted. “Its about time you all got here,” a voice called out. We all looked up to see Dahlia descending from the sky. “I was starting to think you all chickened out.” Her boot clad feet hit the snow and she gave us a smile. She was clad in a knee-length, light brown fur coat with fishnet stockings. Her long hair was neatly bundled at the back of her head and her makeup was perfect, as always. “Dante,” she acknowledged. “Dahlia.” I responded.

"We’re just going to play with you before the real game begins." She stretched her hand, and the witch behind her quickly gave her a pair of scissors. With a devilish grin, Dahlia walked toward me. I screamed and tried to free myself from the strong magical grip of the two witches holding me, but it was useless. Dahlia leaned closer and cut a part of my hair, which made her and her witches laugh. "You must really love silver-white color to have dyed your hair this way. I don’t like it, so I’m going to shave it off. Hairstylist Dahlia is going to give you an amazing cut," she said sarcastically, and the room burst into mocking laughter.

Dahlia took the 2x4 from my hands and walked over to the saw. Dahlia is my niece. She is 18 years old, and beautiful as can be. She stands right at 5'2" inches tall. She has long blonde hair, green eyes, full pouty lips and just a few freckles splashed across her pert little nose. Her body is lean from all the running she does, and she has very shapely, muscular legs with the most incredible backside that I have ever laid eyes on.