Novel & Cerita Novel Dahlia

She sat with perfect posture, lifting her tea to her lip. But she didn’t look away from me. She drank her tea while smiling right at me. Like she’d been wanting to meet me. And that, out of everything in the room was the thing that made me uncomfortable. Because kindness didn’t belong here, it felt unnatural. But I pushed the strange feeling away and focused on why I was here. I set down my cup and smiled politely. “Concubine Naomi, it’s an honor to finally meet you. I couldn’t come before because of my health, but I’m much better now. My name is Dahlia. Nice to meet you.”

Being guilty of what Kristen accused me of, I reserved my not so nice comment to myself, ignored her altogether and entered Dahlia's house. I went upstairs and when I saw a room that had her scent coming out of it, I knocked. I heard a soft voice tell me to come in and I opened the door. Dahlia was lying on the bed, reading a novel. She jumped immediately she saw me and sat on her bed, looking stunned, "Zayne!" "Dahlia, can I come in?" I asked, still standing at the door. "Yes, yes, c-come in." I noticed her little stutter. How cute.

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.

He asked. I was about to tell him what happened during the weekend when I heard a soft knock. I said a 'come in' and my breath caught in my throat when I saw Dalia enter. She looked breath-taking in her black gown that went perfectly well with her skin and her hair packed in a bun with not a strand out of place, showing off her perfect neckline that I want to latch my lips on. She greeted Damien and I in her angelic voice and I felt my anger return seeing how she only seemed to be scared of me and not other guys.

As the initial surprise settled in, Daisy found herself enveloped in hugs and laughter, her worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of friendship and celebration. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, each moment etching a memory that would stay with Daisy for years to come. Amidst the joyous chaos, she couldn't help but steal glances at the file still clutched in her hand, a stark reminder of the weighty decision looming in the back of her mind. "Happy birthday, Daisy," Christiana said, handing her a small gift with a knowing smile. Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams.

His jaw dropped because he knew that I had packed away from the cottage, except that I left a small piece of paper from my diary that tore by mistake. His heart thudded and he couldn't fathom the fact that he wouldn't get to see me again most especially when he hasn't even known my name. He squatted down to pick the piece of paper from the ground and glanced cursorily through it for an evidence of my identity. "Dahlia Hyacinth," He read out my name finally as his lips twitched upwards and he heaved a sigh as satisfaction that he finally got to know my name. "Where did you move to?" He mused as he stroke his chin with his fingers.

she demanded, her face red, her chest rising with fury. Alec groaned and rolled his eyes. “What are you doing here, Mother?” Mother? I straightened, trying to compose myself, and extended my hand. “Hello, Mrs. King. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Dahlia.” Her gaze swept over me, slow and dismissive, stripping away what little confidence I had left. Then she spoke, her tone sharp enough to cut. “Has my son introduced you to his wife, Hailey King?” My stomach dropped as one of the most stunning women I’d ever seen stepped into the room, smiling shyly.

"How's the writing going? Still churning out those... What do you call them? Bodice rippers?" "They're called romance novels," I said evenly. "And yes. Still writing." "Must be nice. Making money from your imagination instead of actual work." Queen cut in before I could respond. "Actually, Ella, writing is work. Real work. Daisy's books are on bestseller lists. She supports herself and builds her own empire. Unlike some people who still live off Daddy's money." Ella's face flushed red. "I have a job, I am an influencer." "Indeed. Influencer of the year with nothing to show for it." Queen said as she pulled the fried plantain off her fork

NELDRISDYD: I observed Dahlia as she moved to the dancing floor with Omniel. Something about her felt different, unlike usual. I couldn’t put my finger on it. She looked up through her lashes, glancing over his shoulder towards me, being as discreet as possible. Her mouth altered some words then her attention came back to me. No, it was impossible! Falling in love with her would destroy me and make me vulnerable. At least, if I had to die, I wanted to die with pride.

I never find any occasion to wear it. I got down from my bed and took the gown from her hand and went to washroom for changing. I changed my dress and wore the gown. It has a small V cut neckline with half sleeves. The gown is really beautiful. I came out from washroom and seeing me Ruhi's mouth is now wide opened. She clapped her hands a few times and said," oh my God di!! You are looking like a Barbie Doll! I just rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, " stop pampering me. Just tell me I am looking ok or not"