Pulp Fiction Dahlia Novels & Stories

“Fine, you caught me.” “It’s hard not to,” she smirked. “My skin is literally burning from your gaze.” I hummed, “What part? You’d have to be specific.” She brushed her ankle slightly against the other, making my shaft groan against my brief. But Dahlia wasn’t done killing me; she removed her hand from Zahra’s hair and pressed the tip of her index finger on her leg. Then she dragged it slowly across a path to her thigh before making the bold move to glide her fingers down to her center.

Laura called out, who was pretending to sleep on the sofa. Hearing her invitation, Dahlia opened her eyes and directly went towards her direction and sat on the chair, while facing the whiskey in front of her. She didn't say anything before she directly grabbed the whiskey, opened the lid of the bottle and poured it onto her glass before she poured all of it into her mouth. Dahlia's face crumpled as she felt like her throat was burning from the taste of the alcohol. Laura also did the same thing as what Dahlia had done. Then she opened the junk-food and started eating while staring at Dahlia.

And then Dahlia walked in. The room seemed to freeze, and I saw Alice's back stiffen. Dahlia stood there like a deer caught in headlights, small and scared, yet there was something in the way she held herself that caught my eye. A flicker of defiance. Was there more to this little mouse than I thought? “What are you doing here?” I barked, almost at the same time Alice demanded, “Who are you?” Dahlia hesitated, her hands wringing together, her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her cheek is red and swollen from the slap. For a moment, I almost felt a stab of sympathy, but I shoved it down. She deserves nothing.

I don't care about that answer either. “Don't go next time.” Dahlia is a girl who is always obedient and gentle. She shouldn't be at the bar. "I don't like it."

Eli looks between the guys, "so she might still be alive?" "unfortunately, where she died I was there. I saw her, pale. Cold. She had been murdered, but no other details came in..so I've been trying to find out but nothing new." Dahlia enters the room, on the stairs. Everyone below exchanges glanced towards Dahlia, she doesn't show interest in why, she comes down the stairs holding the banister tightly. She doesn't get very far down the stairs when she stops. Dahlia pov I take a drink of the mango smoothie jasper bought me about 3 hours ago.

“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.

Alan bared his teeth in my mind just as the light I had always felt around and inside Ina was flickering, snuffed out by the weight Dahlia had dumped on her already weak shoulders. Still, a dry, rattling chuckle cut through the heavy silence of the dungeon. “She hasn’t even heard the best part yet.” Dahlia muttered, her chuckle growing into the kind of laughter that unleashed the kind of anger I had never felt before. I snapped my head up, my burning eyes locking onto Dahlia. She was slouched against the cold wall, her bloody lips curved into a sick, triumphant smirk as she watched my mate's collapse. She looked entirely spent, her own eyes half-closed, yet she was gloating as if she had jus

She left with her tail between her legs, but she didn’t want to give up. She met the Montero’s rivals and gave them a million dollars to kill Diego and get him out of the way. That way, she could marry Augusto and become the Mafia Queen. However, those morons mistook Augusto for Diego and tried to kill him instead. Learning of this, Dahlia changed her plans. If she faked her death, would Diego blame himself and run away from home? It was a gamble and she got what she wanted. Knowing Diego would be wracked with guilt if he saved his brother instead of her, she called him the moment she knew he was going to save his brother.

Killian’s P.O.V The grand hall was alive with murmurs and quiet conversations, the air thick with anticipation. But the moment we stepped in, an eerie silence fell over the room, as if the walls themselves held their breath. Every eye turned to Dahlia—her torn dress, the bruises lining her delicate skin, the trembling in her frame despite the fierce determination she tried to hold onto.

she said crisply. Tyler sighed dramatically and sat down in one of the waiting chairs. “I’ll wait.” Three hours later, he was still waiting. He was halfway through scrolling his phone when he heard the sharp, familiar click of heels. He looked up - and his heart stuttered. Dahlia walked in, her tailored white suit hugging her frame perfectly, her brown hair spilling elegantly over her shoulders. She looked composed, powerful - radiant. Penny trailed behind her, rattling off notes from a folder.