Mark Hansen Black Dahlia Novels & Stories

Three women descended after her, all worthy of admiration for their beauty. Blair recognized the effects her appearance had on people. She was used to indignant looks, always wondering if a woman could be that beautiful. "Let's go in" Daliah called. She was a symbol of black beauty, curvaceous and tall, with curls curling down to her shoulders. She looked tempting in a sparkly dress and heels braided across her calves.

Henry almost choked after hearing his sister's careless words, he gave her a pointed look but the girl was totally oblivious of it meaning so she just brushed it off, the little princess somehow felt obliged to acknowledge her friend's intelligence and was proud to do so, that pride reflected on her as she was the one Dahlia served, she was the one who brought such a mastermind to the light and she found a shred of pride in that fact, luckily for them Rima pulled the conversation toward the three invading kingdoms before more people got involved in talking about the creepy girl, Unlike Nara, the snow queen understood Henry's vague intentions, and even though she wasn't fond of the girl who t

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

She embraced the doll that Nathalia gave her, because she finds comfort in it whenever she is afraid, which she is all the time. Dahlia's mother was dressed in a black long-sleeved dress, scarlet stilettos, and her hair was carefully done into a bun. Her lips were as red as blood, and she was really going for a stunning look since she was going out to dinner with Grace's wealthy friends. Dahlia would never say no to Grace's invitation to an expensive dinner. Dahlia has been acting as Grace's friend for two weeks now. She couldn't help but giggle inside her head at Grace's naivety, at how she couldn't even see the red flags.

Dahlia shook her head in irritation. “Your constant pretense is starting to get on my nerves. “Don’t you ever get tired of provoking people only to end up pretending to be weak?” Dahlia said coldly, her voice colder than anyone had ever heard her. Dahlia was always rainbows and sunshine at some point; people even thought she never got angry. “When you’re a demon,” She scoffed with a cold smile,” I suppose you bring hell wherever you are!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to officially seal this union with the exchange of rings.” Seal this union. God. Could they make it sound any more like a hostage negotiation? Dahlia turned to me with this soft, glowing smile like she’d been rehearsing it since birth. Her hand was delicate, nails perfectly painted, a princess straight out of a lifestyle magazine. And then… The perfume hit me. It wasn’t a bad scent expensive, floral, a little powdery. But it slammed into me like a brick wall. Sweet, suffocating, heady.

I was dressed in a black suit jacket and pants, with a black shirt underneath, a few buttons left open at the top. Dahlia looked breath-taking in a backless nude sequin dress that had sheer panels along her midriff and thighs. Emphasizing her sexy booty and voluptuous breasts that I couldn't get out of my mind. I wanted to see them without a bra or anything in my way. Her hair was twisted up into an elegant updo with a few strands of hair framing her gorgeous face. Her make up was smoky with a red matte lip. A pair of large glittery earrings hung in her ears and she wore a delicate necklace that fell between her breasts.

The sound of horrid footsteps filled my ears, my heart thumping as I tilted my head to see Damian wearing a sinister smile on his face. What was he up to?

“Lenora, meet Grimaldi’s only heir, Alpha Dorian Grimaldi.” For the first time, my attention fully shifted to the female standing by his side. Just like her father, Lenora Mendalv was quite infamous in the worst ways possible. Her sharp cat eyes met mine firmly and the ethereal beauty she carried effortlessly was enough to make any mere mortal worship the grounds she walked on. With eyes darker than her heart and straight black hair to go with, she was tarted in a white mini ball gown that did well to accentuate her slender curves and blemish free skin. In many ways, her charms were lethal, which had easily earned her the reputation as the succubus of North Creekville. Her red clad lips inch

“Remember this, b*tch! The toddler you handed over to me is your own grandson!” “That street vermin is not my grandson!” Dahlia hissed. “He’s a b*stard and is from the slums. My son was only having a fling with that w*ore. God knows who else she had slept with! She tried to frame my son but I know better. She’s a c*nt! And now, you’re trying to blackmail me? Dahlia Yuan? Do you even know who I am?”