Ruining Dahlia By Cr Jane Novels & Stories

Dahlia's eyes lit up, "Did this family blame the divine doctor?" "No, there isn't. After all, that old man was old and had malignant tumors. It was a case of desperate measures." The janitor asked her, "Are you still working as a janitor?" Dahlia hummed and said, "Crazy! Whoever wants to be, let them be!" The cleaner stood there, looking confused, as he watched the woman sway her hips and walk away. He spat and muttered, "You're the crazy one!" After returning home, Dahlia immediately told Lola the good news.

"Draco! Ahhh, God, don't... mmm, fuck, it's too much... ahhh!" "Too much?" I sneered, pumping my fingers slowly inside her, feeling her inner walls clench and spasm around me like a desperate fist. "You can't even handle a little touch without falling apart, and you expect me to believe you're a hardened operative? You're nothing, Selena. Just a pathetic little slut who was stupid enough to walk into the lion's den."

When it comes down to thinking about Love, people get confused. I am taking the dance shoes you bought once from me. I am taking a few more things with me which will remain with me forever. In return I have nothing to give you except some painful memories from my end. But I grew a small bunch of Daffodils down there at the side of the lawn these days. Take care of them as they were my favourite. You know Daffodil means rebirth or hope. They struggle through the winter to come in Spring in order to decorate our nature with its colour of happiness.

Hazel's button nose scrunched hearing his indecent words. Now she was positive, there had to be some misunderstanding. She wasn't that kind of girl. The innocence leaking from her face wasn't just deceiving. It reflected her inner self. "What are you saying, sir?" Her cracked voice beseeched, body working to free herself from tight chains. Chaining someone to wall was very cruel practice. She would always pass a glare to animal breeders while walking on her way, hating the helpless look of caged animals. Today, getting chained like those animal only increased her hatred for the notion.

My eyes landed on his desk and I didn't waste time opening his drawers. My lips parted and it seemed like I was lost for words. Tears began to drip down on my face as I saw all the pictures of him and Celeste there. My hands were shivering and I dropped all of it on the floor. “Ms. Dah—” Cristal froze the moment she saw the pictures on the ground. I was in awe that I could not move. “Ms. Dahlia!” She exclaimed when I almost lost my balance. Good thing, I was able to hold on to the wall beside me. I suddenly became dizzy again.

I've never had a problem with spending money on a woman but Juni has a money spending addiction. I think that's why she always mingles with the rich. I'm currently staring at my phone's screen when I hear someone beside mention Dahlia's name. I immediately lift my head towards the garden's entrance and I can't seem to breathe properly. There she is standing tall on some shimmering heels, holder a little bag to match the shoes and not forgetting the red fitting gown with a shirt like bodice, fitting all her curves in all the right places. The red seems to shine under the lights here.

Alpha Brentwood said, seeing Dahlia in the living room with a garbage bag. "I can't leave, knowing you've been rejected by your fated mate," Dahlia said as she placed in the large garbage bag the last pieces of shattered bottle. "Moreover, the rejection appears to have weakened your wolf, and I cannot abandon you at this vulnerable moment." Dahlia's comment about his fated mate's rejection deepened the void in his heart. "I can protect myself," Alpha Brentwood said. Dahlia's face becomes serious. She then moved over to him at an inhuman speed. Alpha Brentwood tried to block her, but she grabbed his hand and flipped him, sending him crashing onto the floor on his back.

Her eyes widened in disgust and shock when she saw countless worms slithering out of the box. She glanced up in shock and saw old Cornelia standing in front of her. Her gaze was sharp and threatening but the moment Sienna looked at her, he changed his countenance to sweet and friendly. "What is this?" Sienna asked while jumping backward when a worm was trying to crawl up her sleeper. The worms were crawling away in different directions. Cornelia simply squatted and started putting the living worms back into the cannister. "It is for the plants," she replied with her sickly sweet smile. Sienna gave her a suspicious look before turning around and striding off hurriedly.

I took the flowers, thanked her because my mother raised me properly, and walked out before she could try again. By the time I got back to the apartment, evening had begun to settle against the city windows. The lights below were coming alive one by one, gold and white and restless. I opened the door quietly. Dahlia was curled on the couch beneath a blanket, bare legs tucked under her, attention fixed on the television. Some crime documentary played in a low dramatic voice about missing husbands and suspicious wives. She was holding a spoon inside a pint of ice cream she had clearly forgotten to eat.

Even if she did this horrible thing to frame Nanny Valentina and get her kicked out of the house, it still doesn’t make any sense at all, because how do you kill your own child just to frame someone else for it? She’s the one who ends up at the biggest loss here, not us. Dahlia has always made terrible impulsive decisions out of jealousy, anger, or whatever twisted thoughts go on in that wicked mind of hers. I can’t even begin to imagine what her brain must be made of to come up with something this dark. Even if the nanny does end up getting sent away from the house because of this, Dahlia is still the one who suffers the most because she lost her baby, like how does that make sense as a pla