Mark Hansen Black Dahlia Novels & Stories

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.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

"I can't imagine Loren being one to wait around." "She stinks of Alpha," The other slightly other one observed. "And the name, the description, it all matches." "Not just Loren's scent though..." Blake said with an evil look on his face. "Wilson?" The one holding me asked. I nodded my head, "Why do you smell of Alpha Wilson sweet cheeks?" "And why don't you have a mark?" Blake asked. "None of your fucking business." "It doesn't matter whose scent she has on her or why she isn't marked. The point is, she is Alpha Loren's Luna. Exactly what we were just saying would be too difficult to get," The older one said.

Ama gently pushed open the black double doors that led to the room, her breath catching in her throat at the stunning sight before her. The decor held a captivating dark aura that felt both intimidating and intriguing. As she surveyed the space, her mind turned to the Blackwood family. Grayson Blackwood was the only one who came to mind as the possible creator of such an imposing environment. Realization washed over her; of course, this was his room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner.

Typed a new message for Daniel Blackwood. "Mr. Daniel, I need to report a serious incident. Mrs. Helen apparently took photos of injuries on Mrs. Alina's face without permission. These photos will likely be sent to outside parties to harm you and the family. I've confiscated her phone. The photo evidence is still stored on the phone awaiting your instructions for further action."

After losing loved ones to the werewolf hunters' attack, Dahlia had suffered a mental breakdown, leading her to relinquish control of the Council to her daughter. Dahlia Vause, a striking woman with chestnut-brown, long hair that cascades gracefully down her back. Her beauty is undeniable, with captivating eyes that mirror the rich hue of her hair, creating a mesmerizing and harmonious look that draws attention. After finally getting Dahlia to look at her, Neon's tears welled up even more upon seeing the distant, troubled look in Dahlia's eyes. "Neon? How are you and Nebra? Tell your father and uncle dinner is ready, will you?" Dahlia requested with a smile, her words tinged with a hint of c

“ The black bags under the eyes shouldn’t be a concern for men . Only for women . “ said Alex . “ You don’t get the point fo my words , do you ?! “ said Ayla with a grumpy attitude making Alex laugh a little . He patted her head and smiled at her sweetly . “ Indeed he is a good person and loves my sister very much . They both love each other very much . What choice do we have other than accepting the person our loved ones love ? “ said Alex with a smile so sincere and pure that made Amra’s heart skip a beat . ‘ ……was he always this tall and handsome ? Was he always so cute ?….. ‘ thought Amra to herself . Their moment was interrupted the moment they heard some footsteps approaching . Alex co

I watched her pull up three different screens to run different programs. It only took her three minutes and thirty-two seconds to find some useful information. “Palmer Davidson. Age forty-three. Originated from the Dalestone pack but challenged for the Alpha title of Crimson Park at age thirty-seven.” Dahlia’s face paled when she said the original pack’s name. She immediately dialed a number on her phone, putting it on speaker so that we could also hear. “Dalestone pack. Alpha Denver speaking,” a man said. Dahlia’s fingers drummed on her desk, and I could see how she was trying to control whatever she was feeling. I did the same thing when I was overwhelmed.

I watch the woman my brothers tell me I loved. The One. That’s what my journal tells me. Lillian Blackwood is my one. The problem is I can’t remember her. Not a single thing. All the descriptions I wrote about her don’t do her justice. Even while I watch her breakdown. While I watch my brother comforts her, over a dog named Benny. She’s still incredibly beautiful. “Are you willing to let that go?” Dylan asks as he watches the commotion in front of us.

he replied, a devilish smirk on his face as he winked at Amelia. "Oh Dylan, I just came to say Hi. I am already busy tonight." she winked at him who replied, "Busy making money, eh?" "Yes, Mr Black is coming tonight. I have to seduce him," she said in a confident tone. Dylan chuckled but his chuckle got converted into a laugh and he couldn't stop it. "I-I am so sorry..." he said laughing, then took a deep breath and continued, "You are telling me that Kristopher Black may be seduced by you.."