Mark Hansen Black Dahlia Novels & Stories

"Cassia, I can explain—" Just then, hurried footsteps echoed from the doorway. Dahlia burst in. Her body was covered in red marks, her hair a mess, her eyes filled with desperation. She threw herself into Zane’s arms, sobbing hysterically. "Zane! Save me! She's a monster!" Zane’s pupils dilated as he saw the state she was in. His gaze swept over the "Blackmoon Pack's Slut" brands covering her skin, and his face turned to stone.

Damien "Only dahlias," I said into the phone, balancing it between my shoulder and cheek while flipping through a file. “Dark red. The kind that looks almost black in certain light. No fillers, no roses, no distractions. Just them.” The florist on the other end hesitated. “Would you like to include a card, Mr. von Adler?” I stared out the floor-to-ceiling window of my office. The skyline was pale today, dipped in soft grey, like the city itself was holding its breath.

He introduced himself politely. The ladies smiled at his politeness, “I am Rachel and these are Dahlia and Dolly.” The woman with blonde hair introduced herself and her friends, Dahlia with a brunette hair, she’s covered in a square neck, long sleeve pencil dress colored in black and beige which hugged her body and Dolly, gaining the same brunette hair and wearing the same dress. They are twins.

Henry announced before he started crying. “It's okay, Hen”. Jack petted Henry's head as he said to him. “Jack, Henry, we should hurry to our room and continue spying on Annabelle. I'm afraid we might miss something important as we're here”. Alexander announced, and immediately, Jack and Henry followed him to their room. …. Dahlia arrived at a chemist store and bought many packs of bandages. She paid for it and started heading back home. Unknown to Dahlia, someone was inside a black car and was spying on her.

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

Dahlia’s voice sliced through the garage, smooth and venomous. “Well, well, Blackjack and her pet soldier. I know exactly what you’re planning with those little flips and secret meets, and Marcus was only the beginning. Keep pushing, and I’ll make sure Vex gets every delicious detail before you even reach the desert. Tick tock, lovers. I have front-row seats to your ending.” She crackled before the radio went dead. Raine’s hand tightened on my arm as Dahlia’s voice echoed.

too far from this site, on the top of the hill and take a deep breath in fresh air. After 2 minutes of it, I again move towards my mansion and start ran within 5 of minutes I reached in my mansion. A beautiful mansion which I built for myself and that place which give me peace, relief, calm and everything which I can’t able to find in this fussy1 world. The beautiful colors of this house, the beautiful garden and every flower which I plant by my hands, I remember everything that how I build this mansion. I came into my mansion and a large door open; I just press my thumb on the right-side wall of my mansion and now my magic is started, all the black colors of my mansion turned into the beau

Almost instantly, Dahlia grabbed me by the hair and forced my head down towards her neck. Surprisingly, Dahlia didn’t move away like what she would have normally done out of embarrassment whenever we’d get intimate. Instead, she pushed her legs even closer towards me, further revealing her white thighs from under her skirt while still fondly cradling the back of my head in her hand. “Make it quick… We’re busy.” I involuntarily inhaled Dahlia’s smell of honey, milk, and cherries. It was so intoxicating that my hands clasped her tighter even without a second thought.

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.

Dahlia's POV I'm so grateful Dai was at the club to help me, I don't know what I would have done if he wasn't there. I'm admiring the view of the city from his beautiful living room when he returns with our drinks and invites me to join him. I'm sure the other rooms of this pent house are as beautiful as the living room. Dai was dressed casually today with a leather jacket, t-shirt, some tight fitting jeans and a biker boots. gosh! he looks so good.