Novel & Cerita Novel Dahlia

James asks. “Probably both,” Oliver grinned. “My son always enjoyed a challenge.” That had not sat well with James or Gunnar. “Nova might be a handful at times. She might be on the smaller size for a wolf, but he shouldn’t underestimate her. She is agile and quick. She is far from foolish, and she is a force of nature when it comes to Dahlia.” “And Dahlia?” Oliver had prompted him. “Dahlia is fast. A runner to the core. She avoids conflict as much as possible, but she will fight if needed to. She has a quick mind as well. She’ll be a great scout once she finishes training.”

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I exhaled hard through my nose, jaw clenching as I turned from the window and looked back at the desk. Dahlia Torres sat comfortably there, too comfortably, my second in command and the old man's scout in disguise. Her heels were kicked up on the edge of my desk, her thumb flicking lazily across her phone while the other hand dangled a burning cigarette between perfectly polished fingers. Dahlia had always been like this, a walking storm in tight suit dresses and sharper words, with ombre hair just brushing her shoulders. A twenty-six year old criminal defense lawyer and one of the few people I ever trusted.

Dahlia Dahlia woke up because she heard the sound of her alarm clock, she turned around and immediately went out of her room. Wait— why is she already in her room? Wasn't she in the living room last night? Did she sleepwalk or maybe... she looked at her husband's room, walked closer to it, peeked inside, took a deep breath, and saw him sleeping in his bed. 'Did he move her to her room?' she thought. Dahlia smiled, her husband still cares for her, meaning he still loves her.

now stood before us, a beacon of revelation. Sydney's eyes widened, a mix of astonishment and something deeper, something unnamable, flickering in their depths. It was a revelation that seemed to have unraveled the very core of her being, exposing a truth that had long been veiled in the recesses of her consciousness. The villa, bathed in the soft glow of twilight, seemed to hold its breath, as if cognizant of the gravity of this moment. The scent of jasmine hung in the air, mingling with the lingering taste of the exquisite meal. It was as if nature itself bore witness to this revelation, this unveiling of a name that held the key to so many unanswered questions. In the stillness that foll

It was the next day, and Dahlia and Jake were already preparing for school. She had just gotten out of the bathroom ready to dress up and Jake was lying on the bed reading a pocket novel. She was hesitant to dress up in front of him as she would normally do due to her recent discovery of Jake's love for her. "I don't know why I find this book very intriguing, it's so cliche in as many ways possible. It's about a boy who falls in love with this stranger that helped him" Jake said as he chuckled.

“ Yeah ! He likes the sister and you like the brother . Don’t act as if you don’t understand my words Amra Caddel . I wasn’t born yesterday . I have tasted love and gave birth to your mother . I would love to hear more about this later after you finish work at the company . “ said madam Dahlia . “ I told you that is not like that . “ said Amra . “ Oh please ! No boy in this world can make you nervous like this . No one has been able to affect you no matter how many expensive and luxurious grifts they would bring you , you would never be touched no matter what they did . You are the rose that everyone wants to possess in the world of the rich . You are beautiful , you are good , you are cool

Dahlia is on the floor with Cleo, holding a throw pillow like a shield, pretending she is Wonder Woman, her voice playful, exaggerated, nothing like the guarded tone she usually carries. Cleo is laughing, bright and free, looking healthier than she has in days, and for a moment I just stand there watching them. Dahlia looks… happy. Truly happy. And something about that does something to me that I do not want to understand. Before she even notices we are there, her phone rings and she picks it up immediately, almost as if she has been waiting for it. “What the fuck are you saying?” She shoots up to her feet in an instant, her entire body going rigid. She walks to the window and stops abruptly

When it comes down to thinking about Love, people get confused. I am taking the dance shoes you bought once from me. I am taking a few more things with me which will remain with me forever. In return I have nothing to give you except some painful memories from my end. But I grew a small bunch of Daffodils down there at the side of the lawn these days. Take care of them as they were my favourite. You know Daffodil means rebirth or hope. They struggle through the winter to come in Spring in order to decorate our nature with its colour of happiness.

It was a dirty move, but every time Daliah sat down, she wore a real smile that made my chest flutter with affection for her. The second the gavel lands, calling everyone back to court the next day, Daliah is out of her seat and running out of the building. I struggle to keep up with her through the crowd of people outside, but as soon as the doors to my car are closed around us, she turns to me with a serious expression creased on her face. "Antonio wasn't the rat." Her voice is still quiet, as though she were worried someone would hear us. "What do you mean? We haven't found any evidence of a rat since-" I stop myself short from finishing the sentence. I didn't need to remind her of the br