Pulp Fiction Dahlia Novels & Stories

"What?" Liam heaved a sigh and stood, his drink in one hand, his other hand pocketed. He took a short stroll, stopping across from her. "Dahlia is a very smart woman and is very good at surviving. Now she's even doing business with your fiancé". A smirk danced at the edge of his lips. Sasha's body went cold, blood draining from her face. Her eyes widened in both shock and horror, as if her worst nightmare has finally caught up with her. And maybe it has.

I don’t want anymore surprise visits. Dahlia cleared her throat loudly, not looking pleased at the little exchange that went on between my pet and I. That’s another reason why Dahlia and I can never work out. She was a very possessive witch. Back then I thought it was hot, but I know better now. She had murdered many human females who dared to look my way back when we were a “couple” and didn’t bat an eyelash. In fact, it gave her pleasure to know that there was one less female on the earth who had an interest in me.

"He'll find out the truth. You'll regret ever messing with his head---I hate you Nathan....." "Burn in hell bitch" he spat and in that moment, Mrs Selena Dane took her last breath. Grinning maniacally, Skull took out his knife and chopped off the dead woman's fingers. **** DAHLIA Arch stared at me, emotionless. He looked really hot today. He still looked like a wreck, considering the nasty eyebags and the unshaved stubble covering his jaw. His shiny black hair was pulled back in four bold braids that made the color of his eyes stand out even more.

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

I stood, walking straight to Dahlia. She tried to crawl away, dragging her leg behind her. I stomped down on her bloody knee. She screamed, the sound tearing through the deck. “What the fuck did you give her?” Dahlia laughed harshly. “You two took everything from me,” she hissed. “You took the only man who ever loved me. You took my security!” I grabbed her by the throat and lifted her halfway off the ground. “Tell me what you used.” “I’m not afraid of you,” she sneered. “As long as she dies, I win. I don’t care what you do to me. She deserves nothing! Why does she get to be happy when I’m not!”

Dahlia must have felt it too for she instinctively closed her legs. “S-Slowly,” she breathed in, “Slowly… please…” Generous amounts of tears had begun to flow on the corners of her eyes. I tried to be more delicate as she had asked. Dahlia’ insides were so hot that it was fuelling my lust even more. How can she be more alluring than she already was? As soon as I reached the half way mark, the rest of my member went in sleekly, making lewd sliding noises for me to hear. I let out a sharp howl in time with Dahlia’s gasps.

In which Miss Dahlia robbed the old woman, and Master Dryzen was gracious enough to pacify the mess with the money handed to the old woman. I sigh and shake my head. Nope. It's genuinely that Miss Dahlia was the real victim. When I looked up in their direction again... Is he Miss Dahlia's lover? I hope I'm wrong. According to the information we collected about her, she had never been courted or had a romantic involvement with another person in her life. But now, what is this? "Sir, take a look at this..." My focus is drawn by the two women who assist me. But, despite the fact that I hadn't even seen the dress's features, I shook my head in disagreement. As a result, they turned their backs o

Dahlia When the man’s eyes flicker to Ellen, I pull her closer to me. His gaze returns to me, his jaw ticking. “I can always know when it's Helen or Dahlia” His tone softens, “The scar.” His eyes drift to my temple, just above my brows. “How do you expect me to believe you're Dahlia?” He directs the question to me. My breath catches, “I am Dahlia.” I say confidently. But deep down, I am not sure of anything.

I said, pointing to the center of the hall. They roughly tossed Dahlia onto the marble, where she landed with a heavy thud. I rose slowly and walked to her. "Take the gag out." The cloth was removed, and Dahlia immediately started screaming hysterically. "You're insane! You can't do this to me! Zane will kill you!" I crouched down to meet her eyes.