Novel Dahlia Novels & Stories

Ian butted in. Dahlia went along with Ian's idea. "I wanna hear Ian's stories." She said excitedly causing everyone to stay still. Ian felt a tug in his heart. A few minutes ago, he was ecstatic but hearing Dahlia call him by his name once again broke him. But he put that aside. He was gonna take baby steps when it came to her.

Dahlia's POV “Dahlia,” “That is your name, right?” The kid didn't talk. She was only staring at the nuns who were smiling at her beautifully. The young girl has been in the orphanage for three years. She already grew up with them but she grew up as a lonely girl who didn't have any friends. “You should make friends, Dahlia. Look at them,” the nun said and watched the other kids who were having fun. “You're a very beautiful girl, Dahlia. You almost looked like your mother, except for your eyes— you get that from your father,” she uttered softly while scanning her entire face.

Dahlia took the 2x4 from my hands and walked over to the saw. Dahlia is my niece. She is 18 years old, and beautiful as can be. She stands right at 5'2" inches tall. She has long blonde hair, green eyes, full pouty lips and just a few freckles splashed across her pert little nose. Her body is lean from all the running she does, and she has very shapely, muscular legs with the most incredible backside that I have ever laid eyes on.

Dahlia hesitated at the cabin door, gathering her courage before stepping inside. Jane and Dan sat by the crackling fire. "Look who's back from the fields," Jane called out with a smirk. "Rough day, farm girl?" "Better than yours, I imagine," Dahlia replied with a measured smile. "Thanks for asking." Hunter and Lupin settled onto the couch. "Beer?" Hunter asked Lupin. "Definitely." Lupin patted the cushion beside him. "Dahlia, I've missed you. Come here."

Whatever the hell this was. So I asked the maid. “She’s in the garden, watering the roses,” the girl said with this flinch. All the maids feared me. Heck, I could perceive the judgement off their skins the moment we crossed paths but they’d never bothered me as much as Dala did. I thanked her, didn’t mean it, and walked upstairs instead of down. Coward. I stood at the window on the east corridor, the one that overlooked the rose garden and Dala was there—kneeling in the dirt, her back turned to me, hair tied back in this messy ponytail that swung every time she reached over to fix a stem.

Ava’s POV The grip on my wrist was firm, almost possessive. My heart slammed against my ribs, ready to shatter, but when I spun around— It wasn’t Alvin. It wasn’t Sage. It was Diego. The dim light from the old sunroom barely touched his face, but it was enough to see the way his dark eyes locked on mine, searching, reading, peeling me apart layer by layer. His presence was so commanding I almost forgot I had just overheard something that could unravel my entire life.

As she leaned in for a gentle kiss on Chloe’s forehead, her gaze fell upon the diamond necklace. With a sigh, Dahlia whispered, “Let’s take this off, Chloe. I’d hate for you to lose it.” Gently, she removed the necklace, placing it on Chloe’s bedside table back inside the black box it came with. Dahlia flicked off the lights, retreating to her own room. Downstairs, Catherine sat scrolling on her phone in the empty living room. At the sight of Dahlia heading towards the maid’s quarters, she abruptly shut off her phone.

It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead. Lia stood beside me, the yellow of her dress blending seamlessly with her pale skin. She looked like a soft sunbeam, a stark contrast to me. With my almond-tinted hair and emerald eyes that seemed too large for my face, my fair skin was a curse, it made me stand out in a pack that preferred I remain invisible. No one ever looked past the surface to see the girl drowning in a pathetic, orphaned story. “What if you get mated to Alpha Kai tonight, June?” Lia whispered, her eyes dancing.

Daelan The first thing I saw when I buttoned my shirt was the mess I had made of her. Elysia lay sprawled across the black silk sheets completely naked, one leg tangled in the blanket, bruises blooming along her pale thighs like fingerprints from hell itself. Her makeup from last night had smeared beneath her eyes, giving her the appearance of a woman ruined beyond repair, and somehow that sight only amused me more. The room smelled of sex, expensive whiskey, and destruction. Exactly how I liked it.

Dahlia gazed at the beautiful streets of Manhattan from the lobby of the top floor of her husband's company building. She couldn't help but be mesmerized each time she thought of everything they'd gone through to get to this point. Her hand rested on her bulging stomach and she smiled to herself. She could remember the feeling of panic she'd felt when she'd found out that she was pregnant with Arch's first child, seven years ago. She'd been shaken with horror because she couldn't bear to raise a child with his or her father in prison. For the sake of her love for Archer, she'd kept the child. The past seven years has been nothing but hell. She could remember clearly the day he was released f