Novel Dahlia Novels & Stories

To make Vivian be eaten by her anger to the point that she will vomit blood. AT THE END OF THE CLASS, Dahlia had already been used to commuting rather than grabbing a taxi—not because she was saving money but rather because she found commuting fun. After all, it was also a form of exercise, she was walking alone in the dark alley which is the path that she usually took as a shortcut to get home. However, while she was walking alone, she didn't even sense the movement of the three gangsters who were watching her from afar and paying close to her movements while at the same time, they were slowly following her.

DAHLIA suddenly got up from the soft bed she was lying on. Her heart was pounding really fast because of the nervousness she was feeling at the moment. She barely remembers everything about last night from being so drunk! She quickly examined her whole body and somehow she didn't feel anything strange. It’s not ust like how it was in the past where she was recklessly used by heartless men! She immediately roamed her eyes around until she found Carl just sitting on the single sofa. When she stared at him intently, she realized that his eyes were still closed. The young man must have chosen to sleep there.

I took the flowers, thanked her because my mother raised me properly, and walked out before she could try again. By the time I got back to the apartment, evening had begun to settle against the city windows. The lights below were coming alive one by one, gold and white and restless. I opened the door quietly. Dahlia was curled on the couch beneath a blanket, bare legs tucked under her, attention fixed on the television. Some crime documentary played in a low dramatic voice about missing husbands and suspicious wives. She was holding a spoon inside a pint of ice cream she had clearly forgotten to eat.

My dad shouted commands. However, my attention was entirely on Dahlia. She was not in a state of panic. She had no fear. She had a smile on her face. And that’s when I realized. She had made her decision already. Dahlia moves ahead, positioning herself next to the enigmatic man. Amidst the turmoil surrounding us, she looks at me, her eyes shimmering with an unsettling strength, and murmurs, "You have always been too innocent, Daisy."

We got out of the elevator and I was about to ask the secretary if Dahlia had arrived when the other elevator dinged and Dahlia walked out, breathing heavily like she had run here. “I’m… so sorry… I overslept” She murmured and I smirked as I took in her outfit. Her breast rose and fell as she breathed and that turned me on more than it should. “Dahlia, what are you doing here? What is this?” Kade asked with his eyes wide as he turned to me. “Dahlia is my new personal assistant so I won't be needing your assistance again” I uttered and his face turned grave. “No, anyone but her. You…”

She even gave an excuse of the servants disturbing her peace. Knowing Dahlia, Elsie knew that Dahlia had never read a fictional novel in her entire life. She was more into inspirational and medical books, like the one she stole from seventeen-year-old Elsie. Meanwhile, the library had a lone shelf filled with a variety of romance novels from historical to mystery, arranged in alphabetical order by the author's name. Elsie could recognize most of the names of the books because she was an avid reader growing up. The room was filled with shelves of books, old photographs, and various trinkets.

He told us she’s off limits, but who could blame me? Dahlia is a strong, beautiful, intelligent girl who knew what she wanted. That is why when she decided to go to college and live in the city, no one could stop her from doing so, and her parents believed in her just as much as Atlas, who talked nonstop about how proud he was of his little sister going off to college.

Dahlia's Point of View My phone was filled with headlines such as "Dahlia Ferguson Doesn't Deserve to Make Wedding Dresses" and "Kick Dahlia Ferguson Out of the Fashion Industry". They were like sharp blades being ruthlessly driven into my heart. Meanwhile, my boyfriend, Felix Evans, and his twin, Leon Evans, were clinking glasses and celebrating on the other side of the door. "Your plan worked perfectly, Felix. A wedding dress designer exposed for having a promiscuous private life—there's no way Dahlia can make wedding dresses anymore, let alone compete with Sylvia for the title of Bridal Queen."

Said dahlia angrily. Joshua didn’t afraid of anyone because his family is the number one greatest household of the country. He smiled at him wryly. So dahlia introduced herself. “ I’m dahlia Grey, I’m part of the top 3 greatest household in this country! Do you think that you can resist me?” “what ever in get out of here I don’t have time to you, if your being nice to me maybe I will give this bar to you for free" Joshua replied and winked to her.

- I reply by turning over a glass of champagne. — Impossible. - replies X. — Certainly, Carlos did not choose this girl... He would not trade her, Dahlia, for anyone. Only if he is a complete idiot... He wouldn’t be able to choose anyone but you... He knows he has a wonderful woman at home. And if he has no idea about it, he doesn’t know what he’s missing. It was a misunderstanding. — You weren’t there. - I reply, armed. — He let the elevator close... with me inside.