The Black Dahlia Novels & Stories

I think Damian was like 9 and Layla was - urmm - 7 I guess. ''That young?'' I asked astonished. ''Yeah, they were very much in love. I could see that with the way they looked at each other, the way Damian smiled anytime the thought of Layla crossed his mind and the way she blushed at the little compliment passed by Damian but the unfortunate happened. She wasn't herself anymore. Layla started becoming distant, more reserved and Damian knew that something was off. One day, they got into a very heated argument so Damian drove off leaving her alone on the side of the road. He needed to clear his head. The next morning he went to her place but she wasn't around. He called her phone a 100 times.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll draw her out. Just don’t die on me.” “I’ll try not to,” she muttered, already sliding into the shadows. I took a breath, then stepped into the open. Alissa wait. Maybe I… I acted too fast.” Alissa turned, her expression blooming with joy. I nodded slowly, approaching her. “I’ve thought about it, and dying for the bloodhounds isn’t worth it.” “I knew you would come around.” She reached out for me, and I kept my smile tight and my heart steady. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dahlia, creeping closer to her with a silver dagger in her hand. In an instant, Dahlia struck, and the silver blade plunged into Alissa’s chest, right over her heart.

"And that the power cut has been traced." "Yes," Nora said simply. Silence. When Diana spoke again something had shifted in her voice. Not softness. Diana Blackwood did not do softness. But something that was adjacent to it in the way that admission is adjacent to defeat. "He looks like Ethan," she said. "The boy. I saw the photograph in the article." Anna had used a photograph of the back of Lily's head. Just enough to show the dark hair and the small determined set of his shoulders without identifying him.

The morning after the Alkaled disaster, Los Angeles woke to a storm it couldn’t ignore. Headlines screamed across every screen: “BLACKWOOD ACADEMY ALUM GREY MICHAELSON WANTED FOR MURDER OF POLICE OFFICER” “OLD COVER-UP EXPOSED: DID BLACKWOOD PATRIARCH KNOW?” “SEX TAPE, AFFAIRS, BASTARD CHILDREN—THE BLACKWOOD & PIERCE FAMILIES IMPLODE”

It is true what they say…there are levels to power. My world slowed as Dahlia’s black curls first peeked through the opening before the rest of her body followed. One of her guards took her hand as he helped her alight. The moment her black heel touched the ground, my ears rang deaf. Dahlia’s vanilla scent mixed with her dark orchid and dangerously sweet perfume corrupted the air so much that it was the only air we were allowed to breathe. Thanks to the fierce winds, her black silk satin off-shoulder dress swayed to the tunes of the air. I took my jolly time eating her look up from her beachy waved styled hair, to her flawless face, down to her thighs, hinting through her high slit.

“Any strange signs at all? Did she eat or drink anything? Did you two eat or drink together?” “Yes, we did,” Adrian answered shakily. “While we were in the room together, I asked Nanny Valentina to bring some fresh fruit juice to my room. This was before she told us that Dad wanted everyone for dinner. Dahlia drank quite a lot of it. We’d just finished showering, and she was getting dressed while I waited for her so we could go downstairs together. That’s when I heard her scream, saw the blood, then she collapsed.” “That means Nanny Valentina must have poisoned Dahlia’s drink!” my mother-in-law accused immediately.

Dahlia laughed and I was happy I was able to make her do so after she just finished crying. “What does he have on you?” She sucked on her teeth, every kind of humor leaving her as she said, “He has a video.” I arched an eyebrow. A video? There was only one kind of video he could have that could serve as blackmail material, especially on Dahlia who was one of the kindest people on earth. “What kind of video does he have, Dahlia?” The question came out slow and deliberate. I already knew the answer to it but I wanted to hear it from her.

To make Vivian be eaten by her anger to the point that she will vomit blood. AT THE END OF THE CLASS, Dahlia had already been used to commuting rather than grabbing a taxi—not because she was saving money but rather because she found commuting fun. After all, it was also a form of exercise, she was walking alone in the dark alley which is the path that she usually took as a shortcut to get home. However, while she was walking alone, she didn't even sense the movement of the three gangsters who were watching her from afar and paying close to her movements while at the same time, they were slowly following her.

I snap my head to the side and see her, Dahlia. She is here; she isn’t alone. “Dahlia!” I mutter, but she isn’t looking at me. The men move to stand on either side of her. Goddess, she is more beautiful than I remember her to be. She is stood not even ten feet away. Her long brown hair is in a ponytail. She is wearing all black leather and the men beside her are all huge, wearing the same thing. Where the hell has she been?

He didn't eliminate everyone easily without gaining information, however, just as he was about to find out who is the mastermind of all, he was kidnapped by an unknown person and died. The male lead once again turns back the time. The host's name is Dahlia. She was just an ordinary girl except she was cursed the moment she was born. The moment she turns in legal age, the curse would start to hunt her down. That is, death will follow her every June 24, each year from the moment she turns 18. She was an obedient child and always follow what her mother would say. Until she was married off for money. Despite her disapproval, she married the male lead. However, just as she got married, death hunt