Novel Dahlia Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“ Thanks, Dahlia!” Dahlia glances at her with a smile and nods. Dahlia didn't do as much as she was thinking. The reason she didn't need any medical support is because Dahlia has been healing her body slowly without making it obvious. She could have healed her immediately. Although it would take her a whole month. But she didn't. To adapt into the world of humans, on earth, she must not do something reckless. So to put it up, she just plays along. They walked more than ten minutes when they arrived at the vast field of different types of seasonal vegetables. Aurora glances around finding the reason why Dahlia said it was that hard to get away with three people.

I stand again, pacing, trying to make sense of it all. Dahlia Adams, no longer the lost, helpless woman I once knew, but a millionaire, a ruthless CEO with the world at her feet. How the hell did she get here? Who helped her? It’s impossible she built this empire on her own, starting from nothing. There’s a gap in the timeline, a leap from the moment she left me to where she is now, and I intend to find out how she made it. I’m Ethan Caine. Nothing escapes my notice, and Dahlia, of all people, won’t be the exception. Seeing her today… it shook something loose inside me. I dropped into my chair and pulled up article after article about her.

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

Chapter 76 GAVIN Dahlia is a beautiful woman. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen if I'm to be honest and somehow I felt comfortable around her–something that has never happened before. Comfortable, trust and me were three words that would never appear in the same sentence at once. But with Dahlia involved, I felt it won't take too long before that never turns to ever.

I don't care about that answer either. “Don't go next time.” Dahlia is a girl who is always obedient and gentle. She shouldn't be at the bar. "I don't like it."

So Dryzen was sent the original manuscript, and he soon discovered that Dahlia had written the story. 20. Dryzen subjects Dahlia to an interrogation so that Dahlia confesses how she wrote the book. Dahlia did not confess because she knew her grandmother's life would be in danger. So Dryzen thought about killing Dahlia because his patience was running out. Just as he was about to kill her, Dryzen showed his true form… And Dahlia was terrified. He passed out... And when he woke up, Dryzen was back to normal. When Dahlia suddenly vomits...

“I mean… a classy godmother.” Lena rolled her eyes as she answered, “Oh no, you're not. You are not teaching my future niece or nephew your questionable life choices.” “Excuse me? I am a pillar of society.” “You once tried to drug and kidnap a man because you liked how he looked!” “That was a joke!!” Dahlia watched them bicker, and for the first time in days, her chest didn’t feel like it was collapsing inward. It felt… warm."" Terrifying.

The once-sweet couple, revealing their ugliest selves under the weight of reality. “I heard one of their fights got really bad,” Lydia lowered her voice. “Zane pushed Dahlia, and she fell down the stairs.” “Was she hurt?” “Just a sprain. But…” Lydia’s eyes held a complicated look. “After that, things got even worse between them.” I nodded for her to continue. “One night last month, Dahlia ran away.” “Ran away?” “Yep. Just left a note.” Lydia pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her bag. “It said: ‘I’m tired of being looked down on by every wolf in this city.’”