Pulp Fiction Dahlia Novels & Stories

Dahlia returned home with a gloomy and sad face because she didn't get revenge on Lucius for what he did to Daisy. Actually, what she was mostly sad about was because she didn't slap Annabelle's cheek. Dahlia was able to clearly remember the wicked grinning of Annabelle, and she totally understands that Annabelle was a wolf in sheep clothings. "Young Miss, thank goodness you've returned. You're just in time for breakfast. I'll have the maids serve your food now". Ms Rousey said with a smile. She stopped smiling as she saw Dahlia staring back at her with teary eyes.

"I said, don't tell Austin!" Dahlia suddenly looked up. Her eyes were slightly red and swollen, an obvious sign that she had been crying!

"I've been looking for you everywhere." "It's—" Finn starts to say. "Dahlia," we say at the same time. "I know." Dahlia's arms wrap around me, her sweet, candy-like fragrance hitting me strongly. "God, I've missed you so much." I hug her back. "I missed you too. What are you doing here? Did Hunter finally give you a day off?" Dahlia works as one of Hunter's assistants. She manages his travel details. "I wish," she says, sounding like she's pouting. "That bastard doesn't know how to be human at work, I swear."