Mark Hansen Black Dahlia Novels & Stories

Dahlia shrieked, her figure melting into the brightness. And then all went black.

, she blurts out and walk out leaving me to my thoughts. What the hell did you tell my mum, Sasha? ******** A piano is heard and the gigantic door opens and I tilt my neck to see the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, beside her is Davil, Sasha holding his arm. Davil is on an all black suits, black wrist watch, black shoe and a black earring on his right ear, his hair is neatly messy.

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.."

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.