Mystic Fantasy Dahlia の小説・ストーリー

DANE I had seen Dahlia leaving in a hurry. Since she had received that parcel in the morning she had been lost in thought. Even when I had needed her signature she had been lost in thought. I had pretended I didn’t remember last night, and it was for the best. It had been an intoxicated mistake. I don’t even know why I kissed her, even if she was a sexy doll. She was still a rich spoilt princess. The more I said that the more it felt unconvincing.

Kali ended up being the one to do it. "Everyone shut up," Kali sat the crystal on the table, drawing symbols of a half moon, comets and a star on top on it. While she did that, Len made a new gem for my heart for Crystalis to live in. I just kept singing. Sal stared at Nia and my body, trying to figure out how to say something. "Mesmerizing voice." "Nyxie Aurora Delor, with star fire and lunar energy, I heal your soul." Nia and I shivered. "Tingly. What now? I'm whole but dead. "

"With this book, I could earn millions, and our family would lead a better life. I would have genuine, brand-new jewels, and my children would have a prosperous future." As these thoughts consumed her, a dark glint flashed in Dahlia's purple eyes. She quickly took out her phone and snapped pictures of the book, her face glowing with fascination at the herbal secrets it held. She wondered if the book was a family heirloom and how it ended up with Elsie, a pesky little girl. In an instant, Dahlia turned green with envy. She clenched her fists and quarreled, "Why should you be so blessed?" She felt the urge to throw stones at this girl who seemed to have all the luck.

“Happy New Year, Dahlia.” Happy New year Bram”

And I had no choice but to follow it through. __________ Author’s Note Dahlia’s journey in this story ends here. But her story is far from over. To follow her path deeper into the mysteries, danger, and passion that await— look out for the next book: (Alpha Lumumba’s Mate) A new beginning. A new world. A love that defies everything. Coming soon.

I don't want to be a flower anymore". "What do you want to be, sister?" " A Dahlia..." NOTE: DAHLIA IN ARABIC IS NOT A FLOWER BUT A TERM TO DESCRIBE BIG RAISIN OF FIG TREES, THE ONES THAT ARE SO TANGLED? OLD? AND STRONG. A QUESTION? DO YOU LIKE THESE LONG CHAPTERS OR DO YOU PREFER THAT MAKE THEM SHORTER? THANK YOU FOR READING, PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT.

Dahlia changed her appearance, and used the cultivation method she learned from James to hide her soul aura. As long as she stayed away from places with soul-detecting treasures, her identity as a human would be hidden. Dahlia left the courtyard house, while James waited for her return in the room.

And then a hush fell over the crowd and Dahlia emerged, I had no doubts in my heart again, I was looking at my mate. Dressed in white, the fabric looked soft and light as it flowed like water around her, delicate gold chains draped over her collarbones, and circled her wrists before wrapping around the slender curve of her waist. Her red hair was woven into intricate braids, pearls and moonstones glinting under the sun. She was breathtaking. And she was walking straight to me. My jaw tightened. The hatred I felt for her was gone completely and now all I felt was want. A raw, aching hunger that burned deep in my bones.

She was already asleep but with the spell, it made her sleep deeper, almost to the point one would wonder if the little girl was still breathing. "Sleep, little one," Dahlia hissed. "You have done so well." House after house, village after village, Dahlia visited and from each home, a child was taken and floated silently behind her, their bodies limp. By the time she was done visiting all four villages, she had gotten enough children for the night. Her dark laughter echoed through the forest as she headed back to her home. She didn't stop at her home but led the way to her secret ritual site which was deeper in the woods. A stone altar stood there, carved with dark symbols and around it blac

she batted her eyelashes at me and I turned to her in surprise. “Dahlia?” I called, as she pulled me in a for a hug, her hand cradling the back of my neck so I could feel the pinch of her acrylic nails. I knew Dahlia, she was the princess of corporate America being the heir to one of the largest finance companies in the US. We had a run-in some years after things had ended with Jessica. We met in a convention and she had hated my guts at first because of my non chalance and my natural disinterest in whatever was going on, but the retreat had stretched out into a drunken party that night and somehow she had ended up in my bed and I never saw her again – except right now and she was sparkling