Pulp Fiction Dahlia Novels & Stories

she batted her eyelashes at me and I turned to her in surprise. “Dahlia?” I called, as she pulled me in a for a hug, her hand cradling the back of my neck so I could feel the pinch of her acrylic nails. I knew Dahlia, she was the princess of corporate America being the heir to one of the largest finance companies in the US. We had a run-in some years after things had ended with Jessica. We met in a convention and she had hated my guts at first because of my non chalance and my natural disinterest in whatever was going on, but the retreat had stretched out into a drunken party that night and somehow she had ended up in my bed and I never saw her again – except right now and she was sparkling

"Then, I'll get straight to the point. Are you chasing after a fat man right now, Dahlia?" To his surprise, she replied bluntly, "Yes, I am. Do you know him?" Bingo! Felix was extremely shocked. He couldn't think of a reason she would hold a grudge against Billy. "Um… Dahlia, may I know what happened between you two?" Just then, she snorted. "I was getting into the shower at the hotel, and that fat man actually attempted to peek into the shower using a soul attack. I fortunately caught him in time!

Dahlia took the 2x4 from my hands and walked over to the saw. Dahlia is my niece. She is 18 years old, and beautiful as can be. She stands right at 5'2" inches tall. She has long blonde hair, green eyes, full pouty lips and just a few freckles splashed across her pert little nose. Her body is lean from all the running she does, and she has very shapely, muscular legs with the most incredible backside that I have ever laid eyes on.

Dahlia named the surviving girl while Aurelia understood why Elena hid one face from every registry Dahlia’s voice came weakly from the chapel doorway. But because everyone had already been stretched to the edge of belief, that weak voice cut through the cemetery more sharply than the gunshots. “She didn’t die.” Adrian turned immediately toward her. “You should not be standing.” “I’m already standing,” Dahlia whispered, one hand pressed against the blood-dark shoulder where the bullet had torn through cloth.

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.”

“What…?” Dahlia is struggling. Her body moves violently as she tries to get up. But she cannot. It is like something heavy is crushing her against the ground. She coughs suddenly.“Cough—!” A splash of dark red blood spills from her mouth. My eyes widen in shock. “Holy—” She coughs again. More blood. Real blood. I slowly push myself to my feet. My legs still feel weak but the pain in my head has completely disappeared now. The clearing is silent except for Dahlia’s heavy breathing as she struggles against whatever force is holding her down.

"I always doubted to what extent you were willing to inflate your sense of self but I just realized I no longer need the answer to that. Tell me though, how did you know we were here?" " Lily told me." " Dahlia's cousin . The girl you cheated on her with?" Evans frowned. " Don't try to rub it in my face." "I'm just asking a question. Fighting you is not particularly interesting unless of course you get into my space. For now I have what I want." Evans gulped down the rest of his drink, then looked at me like I owed him ten million dolls" Look, I have no fucking clue what you are up about. Probably you are drunk but this is what I need to tell you. Dahlia can't have a job."

Ford was about to ignore whatever was happening, until he heard Dahlia’s name was mentioned by the people who were sticking their noses. “Excuse me,” he said and had to even push the other people in order for him to see what the hell was happening. His lips quickly parted as soon as his eyes landed on the woman on the road, covered with blood in front of the car. It's Dahlia. There was a woman beside her along with the little boy, holding a yoyo while crying. His world suddenly stopped. He was just talking to her earlier, and now, this happened. For a moment, it feels like a deja vu. He was losing his right mind as the ghost of their past began to haunt him again.

I could hear Clara crying, while the background noise sounded nothing short of a full blown raid. “It is Clara.” Clara said, though she was crying so badly it was hard to really make out what she was saying. “Dalia fainted.” She hiccuped. “She isn’t responding anymore.”

With an evil glint in his eye, Dallion continued, “You’ll be enacting the part of the ill-fated mafia princess for me. Better practice up, little mouse—your performance had better be convincing.” "What’s wrong, Sherry? Are you telling me the renowned Sherryl Rain from the ' Bone lake streets life' don't tell me you can’t handle a simple scene?" Dallion teased, settling comfortably at the center of his oversized bed, an air of smug amusement in his posture as he rested a pillow on his lap.