Ruining Dahlia By Cr Jane Novels & Stories

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

He clasps our right hands together and attempt to resume where he left off. I push him heavily this time and scream. "I, Anna Fairchild reject you Jace CruelHart as my mate." I curse myself the moment the words falls from my lips. The whole hall goes quiet. I look at my feet unable to look at the face of the one I had just betrayed. "Where has it ever been heard that an omega rejects an Alpha blood?" "Those gold and sequins on her body are courtesy of the Alpha's family. They took her in when..."

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of sexual assault, drug abuse, and emotional manipulation that may be triggering for some readers. DARKNESS DESCENDS ~CHELSEA POV~ {Playlist Suggestion: "Round Town" by Adrian Daniel, Asiah} The pills make everything swim. Colors bleed together like watercolors in the rain. I try to push the door closed, but my limbs move like I'm underwater. Clumsy. Slow. A designer shoe wedges in the gap, blocking my escape.

Just drink, dance and ‘have fun’, although I genuinely wondered what was fun about loud music and sweaty bodies. “That's my girl right there,” Maya squealed, excited that she was able to convince me for the second time tonight. “So how do you suggest we get in?” I asked, already regretting my choice of heels. She had that smile on her face again. “Maya…,” I warned. “What?” She flashed me an innocent smile. “Don't worry, I won't do anything crazy tonight.” I'd be damned if I believed her. Her middle name was crazy. “Uh huh? Like the other time you said you wouldn't do anything crazy yet you sneaked into Professor Michael's office and changed your grade?”

Soon, my room was a mess and all I could do was stand and watch as fruits flew into my room. One hit my dress and I staggered backwards, gasping in horror as my hand clamped over my mouth. "You whore! Why don't you come down here so we can give you a replica of the stupid thing you organized by making you inexistent!" "Come down, you vile human and we shall rip you apart and give you out to the birds of the air! They'd have a field day with you!" Dahlia pushed past me and shut the window, right in time for another tomato to fly in and soil her dress. She cursed under her breath before turning to me.

Dahlia is one hell of an incredible woman. She’s not just beautiful, she’s so smart and As I stare at her, it’s hard to keep my sanity in check. I keep rethinking the bad decisions I had made in the past. How the hell did I let this woman slip away from me? Right now, she’s laying emphasis on knife work and she’s so enthusiastic about it. “If you risk using a dull knife to dice ingredients, you just don’t risk a potential hazard, you risk getting bad shapes. Just like this.” With the student watching with keen attention, dahlia picks up a carrot and attempt to dice it.

She visited Cordelia daily, bringing tea, inquiring about Cordelia's well-being, tending to the house's upkeep, and caring for the horse and fish. Cordelia's husband had been moved by Dahlia's efforts. Eventually, he realized the challenges of being a single mother and the potential harm to both Dahlia and the Kane family's reputation. He tried to persuade Cordelia, who eventually relented. Now, thirty years later, Dahlia attempted a similar approach. She volunteered to tend the plants and remove weeds when she reached Cordelia's home. Dahlia was once eager to marry into the Kane family, willing to handle any task. However, after being pampered by the Kane family for so long, she had grown a

In exchange for her getting me the information I needed from the Kriona Academy because the Krionas were always the closest to the hybrids, I would make her head of the Academy after the curse was broken. "She found the undeciphered text, didn't she?" I whispered and Dorothy's smile was victorious. "Yes. She did. Dahlia was lucky to find the text lying around because Trinidad had been stupid and not burnt it to the ground the minute she made me a copy. Crazy Krionas and their sentimental attachment to relics. I needed a translator and at the time, Aiden was dating the lovely Renee Falls. Who happened to be a translator of old languages. Did I tell you that I killed each and every fling Aiden

Some strange man and his open, giving hands. I remember running down a hill in my Hello Kitty boots—the pink ones with those daisies drawn with black-rim lines. No, the boots were lilac. Or maybe that was the daisies. Kicking the dew off long blades of wild grass, my feet flying out in front of me in a thin spray of tiny water drops. Diamanté scatter. Hello Kitty flashing her mouthless, feline face at me from the top slopes of my encased feet, her expression benevolent under her slanted bow. My head throbbing as I slowed, so I pressed my hands to my scalp, feeling heat and grease and tight, tugging pain.

Talia said, “that the man who built the network Helena used wasn’t Helena at all. It was someone still alive. Someone none of you have looked at yet, because he taught all of us, myself included, exactly how to stay invisible.” The ballroom noise seemed to fade around us, every certainty I’d built across the last five days tilting sideways again, and I felt Damien’s hand grip mine like an anchor thrown into water that had just gone abruptly, dangerously deep.