Mark Hansen Black Dahlia Novels & Stories

Tss. I'm really curious about that woman. Dahlia is her name. Tsk. I think she needs to prepare to meet me in person. @Death Wish

However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster. "Darya, are you okay?" asked Bianca, concerned to see her shaking so badly. "I... Was the Mad One wearing all his rings this morning?" Darya immediately cut off, on the verge of fainting. Bianca looked surprised by her question and thought quickly. The red suddenly rose to her cheeks when the memory of Black's hand on her skin returned. "I do believe that..." "I wear them all," Black's cavernous voice cut in dryly. Bianca was amazed at the unease that seemed to have taken hold of the two high priestesses. She could even see the cold sweat beading at Dhara's temple

CHAPTER 268 Dahlia took a plane and went to Maryland City. She wanted to see Joshua as soon as possible before it’s too late, she knew Joshua’s attitude at all. When she arrived at the airport and Marky was waiting for her. “Cous...” Slap! Dahlia Grey slapped Marky Grey immediately when she saw him. “How dare you to brought a huge trouble in our family! You idiot and bastard!” She really furious. “I’m so sorry cousin, please forgive me, I will not do that again, bringing our family into messed this time should be my big regrets ,” Marky pleading to her.

Author's pov At the mansion's rear entrance, Mrs. Dahlia was personally escorting Maggie Locke --and her silent assistant--to their waiting car. "I'm so sorry the plan didn't work," Dahlia whispered, wringing her gloved hands like she was scrubbing guilt from her skin. "I failed you completely." Maggie waved a gloved hand with cool detachment. "There will be other opportunities," she said, as if canceling a lunch reservation. "But I've offended the Black family," Dahlia moaned. "My standing in Denver's social circuit is finished. The local grapevine will devour me by morning. What am I supposed to do now?"

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.

the second person chuckled, stroking the rim of his wine glass. Lucien halted in his tracks at the sight of Dahlia, draped in that black shiny dress— a mix of sequin and diamonds. Her hair was tied neatly into a romantic low bun, two side bangs cupping her face. Her makeup was modest, almost imperceptible but...but still... "Mr Voss" Dahlia said. Lucien blinked once, an attempt to clear the fog she already caught him in. "Miss Winters" Dahlia nodded once— slightly before stepping into the hall.

Dahlia giggles and squirms as his huge snout breathes in her scent from her neck. Selene moves closer to Dahlia and touches her forehead with her index finger, closing her eyes as the light comes from Dahlia. Selene takes her from Lycaon, cooing as she does. She sniffs Dahlia’s scent and kisses her forehead. Turning her attention to those who came to witness tonight, she speaks with authority. “She is destined for great things. Her wolf will bring peace to you all. The future Alpha of your kind. All bear witness today, for the acknowledgment of the Alpha of Alpha’s the future Alpha Dahlia Blackwood.” Her voice rings out loud and clear and I gasp. What?

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

Forever. “There’s something much more important, Norah.” She straightens up in her chair and I look around. We’re seated at the outer part of the bar, under a large umbrella and occupying a cute wooden round table. I don’t think we should be talking about all of this literally just beside the street. But the weather is nice today and we both want to enjoy it without worrying about nosy strangers. “Well, the chief revealed that Mark was actually poisoned with the belladonna extract you gave me that night. And Oliver’s fingerprints were found on the vile,” I explain.

To try and play to my own benefit because I knew that she would be willing to stand… and when she stood, she was going to be the one person to put every one in place. “About time,” Delilah said, stepping out from the darkness like she belonged in the shadows. Her voice was smooth, with the kind of sweetness that made men mistake honey for poison. She smiled at me, her green eyes, so much like her mother’s, glinting beneath the low light of the study. “I did not expect to see you spending this much time allowing anyone to talk back out to you or even argue with you. Even the idea of someone questioning your decisions was not one that I had in mind.” I studied her for a moment. Dressed in blac