Ruining Dahlia By Cr Jane Novels & Stories

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Brandon said just before turning around and leaving through the same door he had left before. And fighting until the end, Cristal struggled to be let go of her only destiny. In one of those many movements, even wanting to remove the rose that Brandon had left on top of her, feeling that it burned her, that it was like a poison that spread throughout her being, Crystal did everything she could to free herself from Brandon's grip. One of the nurses who, for some strange reason, had a scalpel in her hand, only to end up harming herself the moment it cut off part of her arm.

But all is fine now. So long as she is fine, I don’t care about the rest. Everyone is staring at her, and her watery eyes nail on me, like a wronged little animal. I can’t say no to these eyes. “Are--” Dahlia says only one word before water brimmed her huge deer eyes with visible speed. It amazes me how much she can cry, really. It’s like she is made of water. “...Alpha, sorry for the interruption...” After a long struggle, Dahlia manages a faint smile and a lousy curtsy. She was born a delicate princess, not a maid.

I don’t want anymore surprise visits. Dahlia cleared her throat loudly, not looking pleased at the little exchange that went on between my pet and I. That’s another reason why Dahlia and I can never work out. She was a very possessive witch. Back then I thought it was hot, but I know better now. She had murdered many human females who dared to look my way back when we were a “couple” and didn’t bat an eyelash. In fact, it gave her pleasure to know that there was one less female on the earth who had an interest in me.

My heart pounded as confusion washed over me. “Dahlia,” I whispered urgently, my eyes never leaving the scene before me. “Why are they holding those gold jugs? What’s in them?” Dahlia’s gaze flickered toward the ring, and I saw the hesitation in her eyes. She opened her mouth to respond but seemed to be searching for the right words. “It’s… a ritual,” she began slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. “The jugs contain a special liquid, a mix of herbs and other things. It’s part of the fight, a test of strength and resilience.”

So Dryzen was sent the original manuscript, and he soon discovered that Dahlia had written the story. 20. Dryzen subjects Dahlia to an interrogation so that Dahlia confesses how she wrote the book. Dahlia did not confess because she knew her grandmother's life would be in danger. So Dryzen thought about killing Dahlia because his patience was running out. Just as he was about to kill her, Dryzen showed his true form… And Dahlia was terrified. He passed out... And when he woke up, Dryzen was back to normal. When Dahlia suddenly vomits...

"Yeah, can you imagine? And she still dares to show up here." "She's too ambitious. Finished an entire collection in three days, made everyone else look bad. No wonder no man can stand her." I held a glass of champagne, lips curved in polite composure, while my trembling fingers exposed what I really felt. I wanted to defend myself, to shout back, but I couldn't even tell who was talking. I was born with a rare condition. No matter how long I'd known someone, their face remained unfamiliar. Before, Vincent would always stand beside me. He'd whisper, "That's Mrs. Parker, and that's the representative from Versenne."

Anyone, except him. He noticed I wasn't speaking and suddenly seemed to recall something. His eyes brightened, as if he had figured everything out. "Wait… Are you mad about that mango juice? Really? Is that necessary? It was just juice! If you didn't like it, we wouldn't make that joke again. And you weren't even allergic. I saw it myself. Or are you just upset about Larissa?" Alan tore open the wound in my chest as if it were nothing. I stared at him for a long moment, then let out a sigh and leaned back in my chair. My voice was so calm, it surprised even me.

I said, pointing to the center of the hall. They roughly tossed Dahlia onto the marble, where she landed with a heavy thud. I rose slowly and walked to her. "Take the gag out." The cloth was removed, and Dahlia immediately started screaming hysterically. "You're insane! You can't do this to me! Zane will kill you!" I crouched down to meet her eyes.

The girl felt that she was not attractive enough for the man so an idea entered her mind. She removed the blanket that was covering her body at that moment. Even the young man was stunned upon realizing what Dahlia was about to do with her blouse. Dahlia was slowly removing it while locking her gaze with Carl. But before she could completely remove her clothes, Carl immediately grabbed Dahlia’s hand so he could stop her from undressing. Carl hugged her quickly then Dhalia burst into tears.