Novel & Cerita Mark Hansen Black Dahlia

As soon as I came out, I shut my eyes firmly. What are you doing again, Dahlia? “Excuse me,” I smiled shyly when I saw the maid earlier. “I'm Dahlia Savedra, Mr. Cohen's secretary.” I smiled broadly and even extended my hand towards her. I was being polite, however, she was just looking at me as if she saw a ghost. She wasn't like this earlier, but this familiar expression isn't new to me. When I realized that she had no plan to accept my hand, I decided to pull it back.

"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.

Seeing that her daughter was not in harm, Halsey turned around, frightened that her daughter had seen the inhuman side of her, to make it go away. As she did, she saw Alpha Brentwood, and she froze for he had now seen the true sight of her. She lowered her head, not wanting to look him in the eyes after he had seen her for what she truly is. "Take Aria downstairs into the kitchen for some ice cream," Alpha Brentwood told Dahlia. "Yes, brother," said Dahlia. With her head kept lowered, Halsey watched Dahlia take her daughter from the house, now learning that she was Alpha Brentwood's sister.

The thought made me straighten unconsciously, but before I could study him any further, Lady Agatha’s sharp yet curious voice pulled me back to the present. “And you haven’t answered me yet, girl,” she said, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as they landed on me again, “Who are you?” Killian glanced back at me, then turned to his mother, his voice steady as though he had prepared for this exact question. “This is Dahlia Hartnett,” he said with a calmness that gave me no chance to retreat. “She’s the new royal healer.” All eyes seemed to shift toward me at once, some curious, some skeptical, some unreadable. My palms itched, but I stepped forward, lowered my head, and bowed respectfully.

I round the car to help dahlia out. Casandra can’t ruin the day for me! “Thank you, Tristian.” Dahlia says as she steps down gently from the car. The wind welcomes her outside like she’s a goddess. It takes her long curly hair flying behind her and it gives her a seductive outlook. The short black gown she’s wearing, which hugs her slender curvy body perfectly, gives her a glamours. Red heels could never look so good on anyone. I’m tempted to stare at her for as long as it takes but I needed to comport myself like a gentle man.

I said gently, “tell Zevarion to meet me in the garden. He’s one of the prisoners who arrived yesterday. Look for him.” “Yes, ma’am.” She bowed with swift grace and disappeared. The garden awaited me like a secret sanctuary. A bench sat beneath a willow-like tree, its branches trailing down like whispered prayers. I settled onto the bench, placing the covered plate beside me, and let my gaze wander. The flowers here were unlike anything from our old pack’s lands. Dark, velvety petals, mostly black, some streaked with silver or crimson, seemed to pulse faintly with magic.

"He'll find out the truth. You'll regret ever messing with his head---I hate you Nathan....." "Burn in hell bitch" he spat and in that moment, Mrs Selena Dane took her last breath. Grinning maniacally, Skull took out his knife and chopped off the dead woman's fingers. **** DAHLIA Arch stared at me, emotionless. He looked really hot today. He still looked like a wreck, considering the nasty eyebags and the unshaved stubble covering his jaw. His shiny black hair was pulled back in four bold braids that made the color of his eyes stand out even more.

*** ~~Dahlia~~ *** I watch color drain from Soren's face. His eyes shifts to Ashley, anger flickering through it. Ashley's staring at me, eyes piercing, face tight. She knows exactly what she's doing. My eyes trail to her hand, she has a massive diamond ring on it. I all but smirk, taking her hand. “Dahlia Rhodes, his business consultant,” I say, shaking her hand. I try to pull away. She doesn't let me.

Dahlia found me at the entrance to the amphitheater, still vibrating with nervous energy, her Ventus Yellow robes fluttering like a panicked bird. "Mira, you're literally the main character of every scandal today." The words came out in a wheeze, Dahlia's hand clutching her chest. "First the silent spell, then the shove heard round the world, and now you're walking around with a glow that definitely wasn't there this morning." "It's not a glow." Zephina appeared from the shadows of a pillar, her Aqua Blue blazer catching the dim light. "It's the scent of Ignis royalty. Or did I imagine the Vampire Prince carrying her off like a trophy?"