Daring Delfina's Heart Novels & Stories

“Oh, shit. You’re serious?” “Yeah.” “Oh. I didn’t know Jake had a twin brother.” “It’s fine. Apparently, no one does.” The atmosphere turned awkward for a moment. “My order,” I said, glancing at her badge. “Dinah. Cool name.” “How did you know my name if you’re not Jake?” I pointed to the badge. “Oh. Of course. Yeah, yeah.” In no time, my order was ready. “Thanks, Dinah.” She nodded back. I returned to the kids’ playing centre and found Nathan sitting around where I had been earlier.

I murmured, my voice shaky. Dawzon clenched his jaw, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned closer, his gaze piercing. "You challenge me, don't you?" he said, his voice laced with a dangerous amusement. "Dare me, Belle," he continued, his words a challenge, a dare that made my stomach churn. "I think one month is fair enough for you to give me your sweet yes," he said, his lips curving into a confident smirk. I chuckled, trying to mask the fear that was creeping into my heart. "You wish, Del'torre. You won't get my sweet yes!" I declared, trying to sound confident, but my voice trembled slightly.

“Claire, this isn’t …” “Don’t you dare speak,” the woman yelled, her eyes blazing. She turned to the fiancée, her voice dripping with venom. “Did he tell you he was single? Or are you just that shameless?” “I didn’t know,” the fiancée stammered, her voice breaking. The gallery fell silent and tense. I looked around and saw a few visitors lingering in the corners, pretending to examine the art but clearly watching the drama that was unfolding. But Claire wasn’t finished. She slapped David, and the whole crowd went “woah,” honestly, I didn't see that coming.

One of them shouted at Nigel, "Is there anyone still inside? If so, where are they?" "Yes, there's someone in the master bedroom on the second floor." The firefighters rushed in soon after. Nigel stood outside, anxiously waiting. After a while, Nigel’s mother, Darla Conway arrived in a hurry. "Nigel, are you alright?" "Mom, what are you doing here?" "Nigel, please stop hurting the Townsends and Jenna!" Darla said with tears streaming down her face. "Mom, what are you talking about?" "Everything was a mistake. Everything! Nigel, Jenna's dad never abandoned your dad!"

It is not that I do not desire them; they do not show interest in someone who lives on the edge of danger, but most of all, a man covering his body in ink. Then with utmost frustration and raw desire, I scan the floor from one blonde to the other. As I toss my whiskey back to the back of my throat, I only but smile at Colton, “I think I have found something I would love to sink my teeth into.” Pointing at a rather tall blonde with slender legs wrapped in one rather mini dress in the deepest of black, and my favorite part of her body is those red stilettos that will be dropping on my bedroom floor tonight.

"you want a challenge, I'll fight you, you don't seem that strong" I started laughing, like in a way sycophants laugh. She thinks she can beat me? ME? I'm dying. Oh my God. I can't stop laughing. Hahahahaha. "what's your name" I asked getting all serious. "my names Chelsey" she said. "such a beautiful name, not so beautiful attitude, you want to fight me Chelsey?" "yeah I can knock you out in two minutes." "I can beat you to death in two minutes."

This is a strange in itself and Almiro staggered backward with his mouth open. “Come, come, Almiro...” Altara whispered, her voice strange. Her hands couldn't stay at one place and is wandering through everywhere. Her chest expose while her dress blasted with coldness. “What...” Almiro couldn't think right and his heart dreaded by the way he couldn't stop himself to excitement. He instantly halted and her touch lay to him and he can only shivered in confussion. “I've been meaning to feel you, my prince,” her voice is deep and the moan escape her mouth. It echoed through everywhere, filling the classics with strange excitement.

She can't believe sir Francis would question her about that. "I trust you. This is my first time helping so tell me if there is anything I can do." A maid picks up a tray of glasses filled with champagne. She turns around and bumps Charles. The champagne spills on his expensive flowery shirt and shorts. Charles is an extremely good looking guy with a slender physique. Charles clenches his fist tightly as he feels the anger boiling inside of him. He is the last child of the Viva who loves the fun and crazy lifestyle. He is literally a spoilt brat.