Novel & Cerita Novel Dahlia

She only bowed and left quietly. Dahlia stood from the bed after a few minutes and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. She pushed the curtains aside, letting the morning light flood the room. Her eyes scanned the surroundings. This wasn't the Voss manor. It was a villa— an enormous one at that. But what caught her attention were the flowers. Dahlias filled every corner of the garden below in a stunning display of color. Deep crimson, almost black, formed neat rectangular beds. Coral pink ones clustered together like gossiping bouquets.

I turned down a quieter hall, eager for air, and nearly collided with the last person I wanted to see… Dahlia. She leaned casually against a pillar as if she had been waiting for me, with that look of bitter hatred still burning in her eyes. “Well, well,” she purred in her usual wicked tone. “Look who slithered back into Pine Shadows like a sneaky snake… The little servant girl, pretending to be a princess.” My stomach sank, but I kept my head up and frowned. “Dahlia.”

After losing loved ones to the werewolf hunters' attack, Dahlia had suffered a mental breakdown, leading her to relinquish control of the Council to her daughter. Dahlia Vause, a striking woman with chestnut-brown, long hair that cascades gracefully down her back. Her beauty is undeniable, with captivating eyes that mirror the rich hue of her hair, creating a mesmerizing and harmonious look that draws attention. After finally getting Dahlia to look at her, Neon's tears welled up even more upon seeing the distant, troubled look in Dahlia's eyes. "Neon? How are you and Nebra? Tell your father and uncle dinner is ready, will you?" Dahlia requested with a smile, her words tinged with a hint of c

Processing] [Memory attachment: 10℅ ... Processing] On that noisy day, K Whatever dream about Dahlia's life. From the moment she was born, to the life she had. Dahlia was raised by her parents well, well enough to be their puppet. From the moment she was born, her sole purpose is to obey them. If not, she would be punished even if she's just an infant. When she reached three, she learned never to talk back. Only answer what was being questioned about. And all the things she wants and asks would be destroyed or never given to her unless her parents agreed to it.

Dahlia declared angrily and hissed in annoyance when she noticed that she kinda stopped everyone from finishing their breakfast. "You know what, everyone? I really think there should be two dining rooms in this duplex, so that my sister and I can avoid eating together with a certain enemy!". Dahlia declared. She didn't give anyone else a chance to speak and just went ahead to Daisy. She grabbed Daisy's hand and took her outside with her.

Dahlia said. There was no doubt that Dahlia was very beautiful, her long black, loose curl hair fell to her back, almost reaching her waist. Her shiny olive skin and her hazel eyes were her most admirable features. Although she’s just fifteen, she acts and looks way above her age and was already used to getting advances from men, even in the coven.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to officially seal this union with the exchange of rings.” Seal this union. God. Could they make it sound any more like a hostage negotiation? Dahlia turned to me with this soft, glowing smile like she’d been rehearsing it since birth. Her hand was delicate, nails perfectly painted, a princess straight out of a lifestyle magazine. And then… The perfume hit me. It wasn’t a bad scent expensive, floral, a little powdery. But it slammed into me like a brick wall. Sweet, suffocating, heady.

But all is fine now. So long as she is fine, I don’t care about the rest. Everyone is staring at her, and her watery eyes nail on me, like a wronged little animal. I can’t say no to these eyes. “Are--” Dahlia says only one word before water brimmed her huge deer eyes with visible speed. It amazes me how much she can cry, really. It’s like she is made of water. “...Alpha, sorry for the interruption...” After a long struggle, Dahlia manages a faint smile and a lousy curtsy. She was born a delicate princess, not a maid.

After they had become mother and daughter-in-law for so many years, she could not say she knew Dahlia completely, but at least fifty percent. Dahlia was an extremely egoistic, selfish, and snobbish person. She would try every trick in the book to get close to people who had a better family background and were beneficial to her. However, she would not bother to be polite to those who were not advantageous to her, like Stella and the Jewell family, let alone beg.

Her words rang in my ear, and I felt numb… ----- DANE The moment Dahlia sat down, her eyes glazing over, I panicked. Crouching by her, I wondered what she was going through. Did she remember something? I didn’t disturb her, simply holding her hand tenderly. Her palms were still covered with scars. Her chest heaved with panic, and I had the urge to snap her out of it when she suddenly slumped forward. I caught her turning her in my arms. Her face looked pale, her eyes shut.