The Black Dahlia Novels & Stories

I slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching as I skidded to a stop in front of Ava's car. Seeing the abandoned vehicle sent a chill down my spine. I scanned the area for any sign of her, but there was nothing—just the car, sitting in the middle of the road as if it had been left in a hurry. I got out of the car, my shoes hitting the ground with determination, and approached the driver’s side. My breath caught when I spotted a single black dahlia on the seat. It felt foreboding, a symbol I recognized all too well. I reached for the door handle, my hand shaking slightly as I opened it. Ava's phone lay on the floor, shattered, the screen cracked into pieces.

Liam remained there meditating. Calyxte pov I don’t know why but I felt my day was going to be a good one. Olga noticed how happy I was and was hoping it’s not because of Belle but it wasn’t because of either. Oscar wants to introduce someone to me today. A vampire like me. Her name was Gothica and he said she was very pretty. Before her name I could sense she was an emo girl. These people who love wearing black, and of course I’m one of them. It was high time I forget Belle and date someone like me. Can you imagine Oscar introduced me to a human while were on vacation in Italy. There were actually pretty fine ladies. He even showed me his sister, but she was far way older than me. The only

A crime punishable by death. The young man is quick to jump to his feet, shaking his head to deny Hudson's accusations. “I didn't kill Dahlia. I love her, I'd never kill her.” “Who killed her then?” Gordon, the elder on the extreme end, asks coldly. “Are you saying the Beta is accusing you wrongly? Is that what you're trying to say?!” The young man parts his lips, voice trembling. “I swear I didn't kill her.” “Dahlia was found on your bed in the early hours today. She had a knife coated with wolfsbane deep in her abdomen. There were even bite marks around her body, and worse? Her body was completely drained of blood!”

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.

he replied, a devilish smirk on his face as he winked at Amelia. "Oh Dylan, I just came to say Hi. I am already busy tonight." she winked at him who replied, "Busy making money, eh?" "Yes, Mr Black is coming tonight. I have to seduce him," she said in a confident tone. Dylan chuckled but his chuckle got converted into a laugh and he couldn't stop it. "I-I am so sorry..." he said laughing, then took a deep breath and continued, "You are telling me that Kristopher Black may be seduced by you.."

Nothing out of the ordinary except for the new colour. Jeff was still on the ground, the exact spot he had been sitting all along. Unlike Luna he had watched the whole scene play. Replaying it over and over in his head. It was only when he saw a bloody finger drifting on the surface of the water that it hit him. Dahlia was dead. The nice asian girl who had helped him out with unloading his stuff the first day he came. She was dead. He is never going to see her again. They won't even get a body to bury.

**Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depiction of sexual abuse that may be upsetting for some readers.** SAMALAH: My eyes did not deceive me… It really was her! That b*tch in a red and black off-shoulder dress, it really was Dahlia Hurst! “Hah, and he said he was coming here alone… How pathetic,” I muttered in bitterness despite myself.

"I always doubted to what extent you were willing to inflate your sense of self but I just realized I no longer need the answer to that. Tell me though, how did you know we were here?" " Lily told me." " Dahlia's cousin . The girl you cheated on her with?" Evans frowned. " Don't try to rub it in my face." "I'm just asking a question. Fighting you is not particularly interesting unless of course you get into my space. For now I have what I want." Evans gulped down the rest of his drink, then looked at me like I owed him ten million dolls" Look, I have no fucking clue what you are up about. Probably you are drunk but this is what I need to tell you. Dahlia can't have a job."

*Dahlia* *DAHLIA* *DAHLIAAAAA* *I’m horny* *Like really horny* *I can’t get in the mood with anyone else. You have to save me* *I’m dying, actually dying and I have proof* I stared at my phone in horror as another message came through. This one was a photo. Every instinct I had screamed at me not to open it. Nothing good could come from opening a photo sent by Jace Blackmoor at midnight after he’d just told me he was horny. *Don’t click it,* Mena begged. *For the love of the Goddess, don’t click it.*

“That girl’s going to give me grey hair.” “You already have grey hair,” Dera said without missing a beat. “And if you don’t stop poking at Richard Hale, you’ll lose the rest of it too.” Dave chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “Still… I can’t help wondering how much of this Lena girl knows. She doesn’t seem like the manipulative type.” “Exactly,” Dera said, lifting her glass again. “Which makes her the perfect target. Dahlia knows Lena’s too naive or too stunned to fight back for all I know. She gets her scandal, her headlines, and the satisfaction of watching her father and me squirm.”