Xenoblade 2 Dahlia Novels & Stories

He spat. Dahlia laughed, a short and bitter sound, for a second, one would think she had lost her mind, “Enough?” Her gaze slid from his face to Joyce clinging to his arm. “You’re right. I forgot one thing.” She tilted her head, her smile turning razor-sharp. “A demon and her loyal follower. What a perfect pair.”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

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.

Go right ahead! Diego sighed and walked out. He was sure it was Amelia and he was going to meet her. "Just be careful! we don't know what she's up to and.....Arrrgggh!" She groaned in frustration. "What a stubborn man!" * * * * * * Li-lah turned on the music and started dancing to it. She moved her body slowly and sensually. Her dark red dress had a halter neckline which exposed her ample chest. Her dark raven-black hair fell gently to her shoulders.

Dahlia, did you know Keilah was a fae? Dahlia’s head tilted slightly, but she didn’t turn to look at me. No. I didn’t. And trust me, I was just as shocked as you were when I found out. My jaw clenched as frustration burned in my chest. I opened my eyes and locked them onto Damien, unable to hold back the bitterness in my voice.

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.

she said with a devilish smile carved on her lips. Lia, merely looking at her could tell, her journey was not one of peace. "My name is Dahlia, am sure you already know by now. You are sure right about one thing, I'm a mortal, but it's not my name. You are welcome anyway" She smiles politely hoping to ease the air around them, but her smile only made it look like she was mocking her secretly. She had so longed to have a conversation with her, but not this manner. She knew Zaiya hated her so much, if there were a knife in her hand, she would have ended her life with it without any question or objection. Zaiya raised her brow and flashed a death glare at the innocent looking young lady, like a

They allowed her to move around the house without guards, but a lot of people were still watching her, as they still couldn't bring themselves to trust her. "If it isn't my favorite hostage ever." "Layla," Ariel hadn't seen her since their last episode and she wasn't pleased to see her now either, "what do you want from me?" "Oh, I just wanted to show you, your beloved mate," she said with a knowing smirk on her face, as she summoned a power orb in her hands, that showed Damien in his study as he was working. "Damien," she whispered in her head, but she knew what Layla was trying to achieve, so she decided to play her at her own game. Layla was surprised at the emotional look in Ariel's eyes

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Stalking across the yard, he reached the greenhouse and, with a squeak, shut the door behind him as he entered the building. He stared at the plants in wonder. Colorado wildflowers from alpine columbine and aspen daisies to scarlet paintbrush and fireweed. “Do you like it?” Diana asked, watering a trough of violets, barely looking Caleb’s way. He considered Diana in the ankle-length robe she wore, the forest-green velvet clinging to her curves, her hair dangling in a fiery display in contrast against the fabric, her feet bare. “What’s not to like?” His voice was already several shades huskier than normal.