Pulp Fiction Dahlia Novels & Stories

I heard everything. Dahlia had been on speakerphone with Diana, laughing about how they were going to drug Chandler’s wine that night. How they were going to make sure he passed out. How Dahlia was going to climb on top of him, naked, so that when Roxette came home she would see exactly what they wanted her to see — her precious older man “back together” with his ex-wife. “She’ll be heartbroken,” Dahlia had said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “She’ll run. She’ll finally understand she doesn’t belong there.”

Poppy let out a tiny gasp, squeezing my hand so hard it almost hurt. A loud ringing filled my head, and for a second I thought I might faint. “Repeat yourself,” I said, my voice shaking a little. Smite blinked fast, like she’d seen a ghost. “…What?” “I said repeat yourself!” My voice came out louder this time. Her mouth twisted, and she bit her lip hard before spitting the words out. “Lady Dahlia has… passed the Temptation Trial and will move to the next and final stage.” “Your Highness!” Poppy gasped, tears already running down her face. She held on to me, smiling through the tears, while I stood frozen. How? How could this be real?

It must be nice to have a sister maybe. After Dahlia finished breakfast, she washed the dishes. Rolette caught her doing the chores, Rolette was about to snatch her chore but she insisted and said no. After that, she went into the room where she was staying, which was her husband's room, she open her laptop, to see if her husband was online. Seeing her husband online made her smile. Dahlia quickly called her and after three rings he answered. DShe smiled because his handsome face appeared on her screen. Her cheeks warmed up when she saw he's top less. God! She miss those abs. Shit.

As if her performance wasn’t already convincing enough, Diana sank down to the floor and continued brawling her eyes out. That was the day that Dahlia pushed Daphne down the stairs. From that day forward, my sister and I were the only two ‘D’ girls. … **Back to the Present** “I’m not sure if I can ask you this but since I don’t have anyone else that I can ask. How is Dahlia doing these days?” Daphne asked as she stared directly up into my face.

Dahlia's POV The look in Dai's eyes was that of disgust and disappointment, I am aware that he's hurt over Mr. Trump's demise but he clearly sees me as a gold-digger. He doesn't need to say it cuz I see it all over his face, even his eye contact is brutal to my soul. I lied about my friend picking me up cuz I didn't want to make matters worst. I decide to stay a little with Mr. Trump, he's so drained and it pains my heart that a kind hearted person like him has to go through all this pain.

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.

Nothing out of the ordinary except for the new colour. Jeff was still on the ground, the exact spot he had been sitting all along. Unlike Luna he had watched the whole scene play. Replaying it over and over in his head. It was only when he saw a bloody finger drifting on the surface of the water that it hit him. Dahlia was dead. The nice asian girl who had helped him out with unloading his stuff the first day he came. She was dead. He is never going to see her again. They won't even get a body to bury.

Dahlia replied okay, but she didn't do as Lola said and instead disguised herself and went to the hospital. Because she wanted to witness the fruits of her control over others' life and death with her own eyes. When she heard that Carolyn had been taken to the emergency room, she felt a great sense of accomplishment. She knew Carolyn must have died, so she prepared to leave. The previous statement about providing Stella with an antidote for her partner was obviously a lie. She never had an antidote for her partner in the first place. The seller was just using this tactic when offering her the medicine.

Dahlia was furious about being rejected outright. Instead of replying, Mr. Gab looked at her sharply and left her without a word. “Hey! Don’t you believe that I am really good in bed?!” Ms. Dahlia shouted in anger, but Mr. Gab did not even bother to look back and pay attention to what she was shouting. “What is wrong with that man?” she thought, whining. Ms. Dahlia searched for Gerthel. She was too curious to know what happened with her night with Mafia Lord Dar yesterday. She walked straight to her room and knock several times. Unfortunately, none opened the door. Gerthel was not inside her room.

In this scene, the female lead, Dahlia, would kill Sophie and finally get her revenge after so many years. The moon was bright in the sky. Stella acted with difficult martial arts moves and was immersed in her role as Sophie. She spat out a mouthful of blood before Sophie’s death. The blood packet exploded just at the right time. The red color added a touch of seducing charm to her. Everyone present held their breath. Sophie’s last scene was stunning. Sophie fell from the high ground and landed near Dahlia. She fell on her back at Dahlia’s feet with a sword pointing at her.